Hell’s Unexpected Chill

She walked down the street with a confidence that was inward-born. Her long black hair flowed. The streetlights caught the glint in her hair as it bounced with her sensual stroll down Main Street. The heads that turn were no surprise and stimulating beyond belief. People stopped. Men stared, women glared. And the light breeze that danced across her nipples caused her to pause, shudder, and cream.

He was sitting outside. They were meeting for a late dinner. It was sometime after 10 p.m. There were several late diners around him. They were the ones who saw her before he did. His eyes were glued to the...