WITHOUT YOU

by Del James. from The Language Of Fear, January 1, 1995. Darkness awaits in the cold November rain. Although he wanted to share the dance, Mayne could not bring himself to interrupt such beauty. Her well-toned body swayed childlike, peacefully, slowly moving to the rhythm. Her innocence was enchanting, her beauty breathtaking. Mayne knew shed be angry at him for sneaking about, watching without letting her know, but the teenage voyeur inside his adult body encouraged him and didnt care about the consequences. Besides, this was for his eyes only. Her eyes sparkled, reminding him of the ocean, Continue reading