Ms. Opportunity

Everything was going great until it wasn’t. She was beautiful, and she had easily roped me in over a couple drinks. It wasn’t so much the blurry visuals, nor was it my sudden disassociation with reality that had me worried. “I must have been drugged.” I thought to myself. I wasn’t even too concerned that she had started undressing. What had me nervous was when she started playing with the filet knife she had been cutting her steak with earlier in the evening. She kissed my lips before she drove the knife into my stomach with a passion I hadn’t experienced from a woman before. As I started to fade, the last thing I remember was her climbing on top of me, looking into my eyes, and laughing like a sex crazed maniac as she rode me like a motorcycle speeding towards a brick wall...