She walked alone through the night, silently, in the light of the full moon, at peace with the world, and with only her thoughts for company. She loved the night. Even when she was a small child she loved to walk at night, looking up at the moon, or watching the stars if the night was dark. She was never afraid of being alone when she had the night for company. She knew that the night was her friend.
As she grew older, the child maturing into a teenager, she became aware of changes to her body, changes that sometimes sent strange feelings of arousal through her body. She gave in to these demands, learning to pleasure herself to quell the cravings. Then the night changed from being just her friend, and became also her partner in lust. On warm moonlit nights she would go to a secret field, remove all of her clothing, and bask in the rays from the moon. Under the watchful, or was it the leering, gaze of the Man in the Moon, she would caress herself, gasping with emotion as she was overcome with pleasure.
Now she was an adult, and once again she walked through the night. She knew exactly where she was going. She no longer went to the field. She was on her way to a place in the woods, her secret place, a place known only to one other. She walked on, guided by the moonlight, towards the place that was now so familiar. And, more importantly, she knew exactly why she was going there.
As she walked, her mind drifted back, remembering the first time that she had visited that place. She remembered exactly what had happened then ...
That first time, as she walked through the night, slowly, imperceptibly, the moonlight had faded, until suddenly she realised that she could no longer see where she was going. At the same time, she felt a presence nearby, a strange presence, strange and yet familiar.
"Hello?" she said, softly.
"Hello," a strange voice replied, softly.
