PROLOGUE
It starts with a message sent through secret means.
A necklace that burns pleasurably against sun kissed skin.
The rush that is forced as preparation go ahead.
An invisibility cloak purchased for these purposes only.
The clicking of heels against the cold stone racing to the finish line.
Sounds of drunken slurs and the bolts sliding home.
Whispers of appreciation exchanged as cloth flutters over naked skin.
Seduction running through the room as two beings slide into one.
Sounds of soft moans and loud grunt flow though the lips of the other.
The climax descends on them as they jump off the theoretical cliff.
Clothes pulled back on, returning to their towers for the night.
He will try not to remember in the morning.
She will be waiting for the next call, because she needs it more than him.
It starts with a message sent through secret means.