I was stumbling out of the bar, trying to get my bearings when I saw her.

About 25, wearing all black with sheer stockings and heels.

“Well, don’t you look like a big ‘ol drink of a man”, she said, parting iridescent painted lips over perfect teeth.

I was in shock. What, me? You have the whole world probably looking to get down your skirt, and you’re talking to a big drunken giant like me?

“Look lady, I don’t have any more money. I just spent it all in there.”, jerking a thumb back, pointing at the bar.

She smiled again. Like it was the funniest joke in the world.

I started to get that cold feeling, the one where your subconscious mind is screaming “GET OUT”. I calmed my nerves by lighting a cigarette, deep drag and exhale, plume of smoke covering the distance between us.

Besides, a nice looking girl in a black dress isn’t the worst problem to have.

She closed the distance between us, and looked up into my eyes.

“But I have something to show you.”

“I bet. How about this – I go where I’m going, and you go where you’re going.”

Another smile, but with no teeth. I think I pissed her off just then.

“I think we’ll be fine going the same direction, thanks.”, she grabbed my hand, and that’s when I felt it. That tiny scrape, like a razor when you accidentally push too hard while shaving, that sliver of momentary pain that says – you’ve been compromised.

I started to drool, and my legs were shaking. I couldn’t speak. But I kept walking anyway.

“Lets talk a bit. I have a place that’s close.”, she leaned into me, arms rippling and producing small tentacles that wiggled under my skin.

“Besides, eating you will take a while.”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t scream.