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To the side of me I heard Zoe gasp, ‘ God!  What’s that smell?  It’s exceedingly strong.  Hold on…I’ve smelt it before, but where? ’
         The masculine aroma of it all assaulted my nasal passage.  It was overpowering.  But there was more, an earthy, putrid scent that alternatively repulsed and engrossed me - had to be cigarette smoke, and something else.  However, whatever it was, I found it to be indescribable.  My eyes closed with the effort of prolonged concentration and my head became dizzy.
         A touch to my arm jolted me back to wakefulness.  ‘ Alex?  You ok? ’   I glanced across to see Zoe staring at me with concern.  I mumbled a confirmation I was and went back to pursue the rest of the note.
         There, staring back at me, in black, bold text were the cryptic words:
     
                 
    A word is nothing but a sound and a sound is nothing but a feeling.
                  L ooks hold more than the eye; they hold the soul and meaning.
                  E very breath from a wounded person leaves room for healing.
                  X anthippe you are not, but time with me could leave you pleading.  
     
                  B rown is the colour of your hair and eyes as well as your name.
                  R oaming hands is what will turn your skin to flame.
                  O h temptress, you’re the prize I am starving to claim.
                  W inning will be my mission, not my game.
                  N ow it begins and will end with my aim.
     
     
         And that was it.  No name, just the poem. 
         At first it confused me.  Then I was in awe of its style and creativity, but the dominant e motion was fear.  Fear that who ever this person was knew my name.  Fear that this person must have been in close proximity to me at some point in time to discover what I look like.  Fear that this person had an aim and that aim appeared to involve me somehow.  What I feared the most, however, was the subconscious sensation of knowing there was more to come.  
     

Chapter Three
     
         First I thought the letter came from Will.  Though totally out of the norm, he was one for random surprises.  Usually with a satisfying conclusion, but with my curiosity peaked I first needed to find out the person behind it.  Picking up the phone I dialled his number.
         ‘ No answer, ’ I divulged.  ‘ I’ll just have to wait till I get home. ’
         Once again the note held my attention.  The words drew me in bit my bit.  The more I stared the further it unsettled me.  It was these unsettlements that lead me to believe it had nothing to do with William.
         ‘ Alex, are you all right?  You’re looking a bit pale. ’
         Then out of nowhere an image appeared at the front of my mind - a hand.  It was firm and decisive, male, gliding up an elegant, smooth, cream leg.  A leg so delicate it could only belong to a woman.
         ‘ Alex? ’
         The hand was strong and sensuous.  A gold signet ring decorated his pinkie finger.  It symbolised everything that was dominant, powerful and important.  The persistent fingers were a source of pleasure and torment.  As the hand crept further up the leg so did the heat through my body, burning my flesh in its wake.
         ‘ Now you’re looking a little flushed.  Alex? ’
         I felt myself grow weaker with every touch.  Each fingerprint was a step in the right direction to submission.  The heat was becoming unbearable, but before it could fire out of control I was startled from my imagination by a cold hand touching my heated skin. 
         ‘ Erm. ’   My eyes darted back and forth, reconfirming where I was.  ‘ Sorry.  I was miles away. ’
         ‘ I thought you were about to faint.  I was prepared to catch you. ’
         ‘ Sorry. ’
         ‘ Just