The gang all showed up at relatively the same time--about 7:30 pm, and all were wearing various forms of Halloween costume, all scary and sick--in varying degrees of mutilation and undead. My costume was to be different this year, though. I dressed up like a very sexy vampiress, complete with the purple and black dress, cut low low low in the front, showing my 38d cleavage, and high high high at the sides, capitalizing on my creamy thighs. It was a very daring move for me--being as conservative as I was normally, but since I'd met "him" I continued to shock myself at the risks I was willing to take at his urging!
He overwhelmed me--his personality was so compelling. I found myself waiting for his direction for even the most menial tasks, and he gave them to me. He directed my every move when we were together, and even most when we were apart. My friends all hated him, which I thought was completely unfair, considering they'd never even met him. But that was part of their problem with him, they WANTED to meet him, and he was never available to when they could. It was always work calling him away, for one reason or other, but my friends didn't believe that.
They didn't trust his intentions with me, either, or the fact that he always took me somewhere obscure to be with me, never a place where the gang could just "run into us". Often he would take me into Dallas, to one of several clubs he liked. They were all so "dark" and strange to me, even the personalities of the other patrons and the staff seemed dark, but I just passed it off to being in a big city, with the coolness and distance that seems to provoke in people.
I met him at a party I'd been invited to by my college roommate. She had a totally different circle of friends, coming from a different town and all. The gang all liked her really well, and I never gave it a second thought, going to this party with her, but I admit I was taken aback at first when we arrived there. The people were all so formal and stiff it seemed, so much different than the other college parties I'd been to with the gang.
The party was at the beautiful old mansion on the outskirts of town. It was an old Victorian that the we had at one time considered a haunted house, as it had fallen into such disrepair. But the present owner had spent a small fortune on fixing it up, though no one ever saw him there, just the crews working on it.
Everyone was dressed to the "nines" and I felt immediately underdressed even though I was wearing the nicest dress I owned, classic black silk strapless, with black satin details. I cowered at the conversations there, all so intellectual. I was no idiot, graduating third in my class, but these weren't conversations about things most people discuss at parties. I felt like I was at a meeting for the Mensa Society. Still, all the people there were very interesting and, though I felt ridiculously illiterate, I was fascinated with what they discussed, so I mingled from one conversation to the next, listening and nodding. Then he walked in...
I was immediately drawn to him in a way I couldn't explain or describe. My eyes followed his every move, watching as he greeted his guests, and I held my breath as he drew nearer to me. He seemed not to even notice me until I was face to face with him, but his smile was captivating and his eyes were consuming. He seemed quite impressed with me as well, despite my relative lack of intelligence.
From that moment on I was entranced, giving myself over to him and his will completely. I was happy to and didn't see any problem with it. He was gentle to me and respectful of me so I never questioned anything he asked of me. He never even tried to make love to me, much to my chagrin at times, but he told me that would come in time, petting my cheek gently with the back of his hand, caressing me, so loving with me.
But this Halloween night, my friends had talked me into going with them clubbing in full costume, and even though he didn't care for the idea at all, he agreed to letting me go. There was a condition attached though. I had to meet him at the "haunted house" downtown at 12:00. I thought that was plenty fair, and was really excited that he would want to be with me after being with my friends all evening, considering he hadn't seemed too interested in meeting them before. The night was full of laughter and trickery. We had such a good time together, my friends had all been with me since grade school, and we did get crazy together. There were seven of us, and we'd always just expected to stay together as a "gang", not in the way the term "gang" stands for now, but more like the way "Our Gang" was, good and forever friends.