The house was dark the only light came from a single candle and the television, some show with wolves following a heard of elk through the snow. The candle was releasing a relaxing citrus smell and seated watching with the tv with interest was a man who appeared to be impatiently waiting for something. He glanced at the clock and back to the hunting wolves. He loved wolves, there was nothing more raw and intense than watching wolves hunting their prey. They live for the hunt, the sweet taste of victory as they tackled down their prey. The man was waiting for his prey to arrive, all though the taste of victory would be quite different than the wolves.
She was running late, caught somewhere between looking sexy for him and calming the butterflies that were in her stomach. She adjusted the rear view mirror driving towards the meeting place, his home. She had never been there and if she was truthful with herself she didn't know him at all. The gnawing returned to her stomach flooded with desire and with trepidation what was she doing this was so out of character for her. She wondered if she was crazy as she decided to circle his block once again trying to find the nerve, some ounce of courage to meet with him in private.