The silence is deafening. It’s always this way when you are the first to arrive. I can hear the sound of my own breathing. My thoughts are so loud it’s almost embarrassing. Paranoia! No-one can hear my thoughts, or can they? Chocolate! There is nothing quite as enticing as the alluring smell of real Belgian Chocolate Cake. The sweet, sweet smell can almost be tasted. Mouth melting madness! Death By Chocolate. Rescued by the entrance of loud laughter. A group of female friends. Friendly and chatty. Greeting me they slip into the armchairs and couches. The one closest to my left has a deep husky voice. She is calm and soft spoken, as if each word has been well thought out and especially chosen for the occasion. She commands attention with her presence. Hardly aware of the effect she has on the others. Her smell is musky too. Just like the smell of some she animal that will never pounce. She is the type whose allure will draw her prey in. She is called Viola.

Sarah is the little one with the little voice. Nervous and fidgety. She seems to be mesmerized by Viola and is constantly concerned with her comfort and well being.

Terry is very chatty and planning to have fun tonight. Every moment is exciting to her. Filled with enthusiasm, she gapes at her surroundings. Not wanting to miss a thing. She watches the entrance eagerly. Perhaps she will meet the mate of her dreams tonight. She’s quite sure to meet someone!

 Jade is indifferent, not really bothered with all the fuss. Whatever the weather, she is always the same. Nothing really moves her. Not a fluster or hair out of place. A sense of boredom surrounds her.  She seems slightly amused by it all. There are no surprises for her. Ancient traditions gather around her for all eternity. She is all knowing. This gathering is not her first. It has become tradition. Her confidence and self assurance are almost magnetic. One can’t help but wonder what secrets she has. Her beauty seems beyond comparison. Entranced, I slowly follow her to the Belgian Chocolate Cake!  Common Ground! She notices, gliding along gently, almost acknowledging me with the slightest glance. Silently, I shift towards her, drawn to her seemingly indifference. As the others chat to new arrivals in the background, I approach my fate. Unable to help myself I move towards the long legged beauty of  Jade’s  dark hairy limbs. Unable to withdraw I imagine being wrapped in those legs.  Like a moth to a flame I join Jade at the Belgian Chocolate Cake for the traditional mating ritual of the Black Widow. Everyone knows the Black Widow mates and then kills…Senses heightened by the overwhelming smell, a promise of ecstasy in her wicked smile, I go quietly to my deadly destiny.