he was scared from the moment she walked through the door his rich brown eyes traveled every inch of her firm wanderers legs up to her modest virginal breasts and everything in between. he was scared as she passed him with the scent of mountain air and he was scared of the fiery heat that radiated from her hips. she danced and lights flickered she danced and her rhythmic feet found the rhythm of his heart. They danced together... and this scared him. Later that night they danced in the bedroom he hid his fear behind latex and sheets of cotton. But her tongue could sense it. When she thought he was asleep she whispered the thousand and one tales of Scheherazade (adding her own) to his waiting ears. And this didn't scare him. When she left the next day he could remember the gothic architecture of the windows and the stories she told but he couldn't remember her face. and it scared him.