Thunderstorm begins to roll in this evening, perfect. Ted is
a man of simple thoughts and pleasures. His smooth nature enhanced when
thunderstorms loom. And smooth is what he needs to be tonight, smooth as the
night breeze that whispers her name: Vicki. A date with Vicki is simply a dream
come true.

The slight rumble of distant thunder soothes his nerves.
Angels of the night chant their battle song and cheer his name into the wind.
Ted is focused, in the zone, smooth. He’s going to take his queen out on the
most wonderful night journey she has ever experienced.

Ted masterfully finishes tying his necktie with smooth
precision; perfection. He runs his finger tips through its silky, smooth texture
that metaphors her skin. He turns to his bedroom mirror that reveals to him a
classic look; A black suit with subtle gray pin stripes enhanced by the dark
red wine color necktie. He then takes a moment to stare into his own pitch
black eyes and a slight smirk appears. Running his hands across his face while
checking his hair, all is well, all is smooth.

He steps out the front door and takes a moment to take, into
his lungs, the sweet night storm air. He exhales slowly allowing the night to
guide him the rest of the way, he’s ready.

Opening his car door, Ted thinks of how this night came to
be, purely by divine intervention. Two weeks ago he met his queen, one night,
at her home. Vicki has been somewhat of a national tabloid celebrity lately.
And though her stardom is not on the positive end of infirmary, he was still fascinated
with her.  Truly she is the object of all
his desires.

Ted never would believe that God would answer his prayers
and light the path that led to her. He waited four long months until she was
acquitted and allowed to be free.

But life, naturally after prison, has been rather tough on
Vicki. She’s moved back into her parent’s house subjected to vandalism, prank
calls, even death threats. One of these death threats came in by mail. Vicki,
wanting to be free, wanting to be heard, wanting to make a stand, called the
police. The very department that locked her away, she needed their help. And on
that glorious evening, Ted showed up; a knight in dark blue armor. 

He listen and comforted her bringing in a new breath of life
into her soul, everything is going to be alright. She was entranced by his gaze
and his perfect smile. The one to take away all the pain has arrived, thank you
God. And as they stood there on her front porch, the night air caressed them
with its breeze and serenaded them with its song.

Ted always knew she was beautiful when he saw her,
frequently, on television. But tonight, in person, she was an absolute masterpiece.
Like a soft flowing poem her perfection showed under the porch light. Her
essence shined with her dark brown shoulder length hair and hazel green eyes.
She was wearing a pink pajama T-shirt with matching baggy pajama pants but, her
Aphrodite figure flawlessly, showed through.

And the Angels gazed upon this splendor and whispered soft
words of praise to them. Their souls began to entwine, their thoughts singing a
magical duet. Fire flies raced through their bodies, breathing shallow, the
desire to touch one and another burned in their hearts. And while they were
lost in each other eyes, the Angels had written their names in the stars. This was
meant to be.

The days passed on with Ted checking on his queen frequently.
They’d talk on the phone for hours, mostly just listening to each others’
breath. Ted wanted to protect her. Vicki wanted him to lead her down a new
path. He would lie in his bed yearning for her. She would lie in bed holding
her pillow, with the dark red wine color pillow case, pretending it was him.
Then at last, the date was set. They were ready.

Vicki, unlike Ted, was not as smooth this night. She frustratingly
changed dresses three times. But finally, as Angel whispered in her ear, she
settled on the dark red wine color dress.  It enhanced her flawless features and warmed
her soul. Her King will soon arrive to take her on the new path and defeat the
dragons of her past. She looks at herself in the mirror and sees something she
hasn’t seen in months, a smile. She hears the car pull up to the front of the
house. He’s here!

Ted, confidently and smoothly, approaches the front door.
His mind thinking about the gift he had hidden under the back side of the front
passenger seat.  He’s reminded of its
glorious form that matches Vicki’s perfection.

He rings the doorbell. The door opens and Ted is greeted
with the warm smiles of Vicki’s parents. They escort him inside to the living
room and converse as they sit and wait for Vicki. Both are in awe of this
wonderful man, they cling to his every word and are hypnotized by his piercing
dark eyes.

The sound of footsteps on carpeted floor is heard. Ted,
along with Vicki’s parents wait in anticipation as she appears at the top of
the stairs. Vicki pauses for moment and takes a deep breath before she ascends
down the stairs. The rhythm of her footsteps is in perfect harmony with the
distant rolling thunder. The Night Angel choir now sings to Vicki’s and Ted’s
souls.

Arm in arm, Ted escorts his lady out the front door.  An Angel honor guard stands in a formation on
both sides of the sidewalk. “All hail Ted and Vicki!!!!” A command is given
prompting the Angel honor guard to unsheathe their swords and hold them high.
Our couple walks underneath this divine archway of steel to Ted’s car. He opens
her door and she giggles with excitement. The date begins.

The drive is pleasant even through the mighty down pour that
ensued. They converse in bliss through the flashing lightening and roaring
thunder. They reach their destination. Ted opens Vicki’s door and she lets out
a sarcastic gasp as she clinches his hand in the heavy rain. They run inside,
laughing the whole way. They are immediately escorted down the dark red wine
colored carpet to their table. The Night Angel symphony continues as the night
bows to them.

And a perfect evening it is; perfect food, perfect music, a
perfect dance. And as they danced to the last evening song, it happens. They
deeply gaze in each other’s eyes before closing them. With perfect timing, their
lips meet and the Night Angels rejoice. This was meant to be.

Its closing time now, the rain has stopped, and the night
gives birth to a perfect silver full moon. Ted and Vicki walk hand in hand back
to Ted’s car. A slight foggy haze rises from the asphalt as they walk like
heroes through the haze of an ended battle. The moon now sings his lullaby
song, the last song of the evening.

They begin the journey home. The dark road now silver
lighted by the moon’s heavenly gleam. As they drive, Vicki rests her head on
Teds shoulder with her eyes closed in bliss. No words are shared between them. Their
souls dance together to the moon’s lullaby.

A Night Angel whispers in Ted’s ear “It’s time for the gift.”
Ted reaches under the seat where he hid it. Vicki in a half dream state, sees
the beautiful future that she will have with her king as her guide. Ted drapes
his arm around her and clinches the gift in his hand. Vicki inhales the sweet
night air, all is perfect. Suddenly, Vicki feels the sharp cold steel slice her
throat. In shock, she looks down at her chest and sees the river of dark red
wine blood flow and merge with her dark red wine dress. Her life then slowly
fades away into the night.

Ted, with his arm still draped around Vicki, smiles and
continues to drive. He reminisces about the murder investigation of Vicki’s two
year old daughter, the murder in which Vicki was accused.  But reasonable doubt and deception saw to it
that Vicki not be convicted. Ted knew she did it, the country new she did it,
God new she did it. Ted’s prayers were answered when the trial was over. All he
had to do was write that death threat letter and place it in her mail box. And
God did the rest. He made sure she would read it and call the police on a night
that Ted was working.

Ted inhales and exhales the sweet night air. He places a
gentle kiss on Vicki’s forehead. Angels of the Night rejoice to the stars. The
moon’s song begins to fade. This was meant to be.