The darkness had fallen hard and fast.  Now rain pounded the windshield with extreme force.  I figured the next thing was for the temperature to drop a few more degrees and turn this shit to ice.  That would have given a wonderful finale to this spectacular adventure.   I squinted through the fogged window for some idea of what may be barreling towards me from the blackness ahead.  As the rain hypnotized me into a relaxed funk, I thought back to the dealings of the last year and how I ended up fleeing your psychotic pit.

   We had met at a literary convention a year ago.  We immediately found a spark between us.  I thought you were beautiful, smart, articulate, and had the most amazing green eyes.  We talked, went out to dinner, and had a terrific time.  We did not become physical, since neither of us wanted to rush into a relationship.  We had both been burnt before.  After I returned to New York and you to Utah, we began our long distance friendship.  Over the months, the relationship slowly turned romantic.  Our jobs and the distance made it very difficult to do more than talk on the phone for hours on end.  We even discussed one of us moving, so we could be together.  It seemed to be going great.  One day it turned.

   One evening I called and you were suddenly despondent.  You said you didn't know if you could trust me.  I wasn't sure where this had come from.  I begged you to tell me what was going on.  You finally broke down and claimed it wasn't me that you were just feeling overwhelmed with everything.  I said I could understand that and we made up.  You even invited me out to visit you.  I arranged for the time off work, booked a flight and a rental car, and flew out on Monday.  

  When I arrived we met at a little bar and grill.  We had some wine and talked for a few hours.  You were as beautiful as I remembered.  After a couple glasses of wine, we began to get flirty.  You gave me a seductive look and said, "Let's have one more glass of wine and go back to my house."  I nodded and excused myself to the restroom.  I remember thinking how happy I was that we had met.  After the last glass of wine, I don't remember much.  I didn't  feel drunk, but something hit hit me like sledgehammer.  It wasn't until I awoke, tied naked to your bed that I realized I had been drugged.

   Your bedroom walls were plastered with pictures of me and a couple of women in my office.  Everything was foggy, but I could definitely tell they were pictures of me; innocent pictures of me and my colleagues on working lunches.  I didn't see you right away.  You were sitting on the floor in some lacy lingerie, crying, and honing a large knife.  I yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?"  You yelled back, "I'll tell you what I am doing.  I am going to cut you up so you can't cheat on anyone anymore."  I said, "What are you talking about?  I am not cheating on you.  These are innocent pictures with people in my office.  Where did these pictures come from? "  She quipped back, "I hired an investigator to follow you to see what you were up to."  I yelled again, "YOU WHAT?"  My mind began racing and I thought to myself, "This bitch is going to fillet me." 

  You climbed on the bed and got on top of me.  You ran the knife down my stomach as you cried.  I begged you to untie me so that we could talk.  I promised you I was not cheating.  You laid your head on my chest and said, "I don't think I can believe you."  I begged again for you to untie me.  You ran the knife up my arms and around my throat.  Then you leaned in and kissed me.  To my amazement, you bent down and whispered in my ear, "I know you're not cheating on me.  I just wanted you to know what would happen if you did."  You drew the knife quickly to my wrist and cut the rope.  You laughed coyly and said, "Now make love to me."  You seductively removed your bra and cut my remaining restraints.  I pushed you back roughly on the bed and we made love for hours.  Around eight o'clock you said, "How about we go shower and then get some dinner."  You walked to the bathroom, glancing back over your shoulder and motioning me to join you.  Your naked body was amazing in the dim light from a shaded lamp on the nightstand.  I grabbed the heavy lamp and clubbed you on the back of the head.  I smirked, "Dinner? So you can drug me and fuck with me again, you crazy bitch?!"  

   I'm on my way to the airport now.  I hope this goddamn weather holds out.