This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its not what they would do.
 (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I dont like
 to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other 
words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have fun! Let me know  what you 
like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writingso guess what? Its mine. Thats right boys and girlsits
 copyrightedso if you want it? Just ask- well talk.


Black Widow (Mf, First,death)

The girl screamed in passion.  It had been painful at first, but her boyfriend was good lover; 
he would make it all right.  The sounds of their moaning could be heard throughout the forest. 
 The girl looked up into his eyes as she neared her climax.  Then, closing her eyes, she let out
 a shriek.  First for the climax, and then a second more subtle reason.  As she closed her eyes,
 she saw her boyfriendonly it was an odd, movie-like dreamlike the ones you have just before 
you wake up.

He was lying in the woods, not unlike the ones they were in now, but not there.  His body was 
naked and he had all sorts of cuts and bruises.  She knew that he was dead.  She opened her eyes 
just in time to see him grimace as his climax had him collapse down onto her.  Slowly caressing 
his back, she thought to herself what it could have meant.  She knew that seeing was a trait 
dominant in the women of her family, but thought she hadnt gotten it.  Though she always said 
she didnt believe in it, the vision was too powerful to ignore.  She wanted to warn him, but she
knew it would do no good.  He was too independent.  He didnt believe in it and would do what he
wanted anyway.  She kept her counsel to herself and bided her time.

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It rained that day.  The coffin was closed.  There wasnt much left of the body to show.  But she
had seen it, in a dream, shed seen it.  She knew she didnt need to go to the morgue with his 
parents to identify the bodyshe knew it was him.

The young love of her life was in the casket being lowered into the ground.  She couldnt save 
him, and that was reason enough to cry.  She didnt use her umbrella.  She let the rain fall down
her cheeks so no one would know she wasnt crying.

Slowly, but imperceptibly, she began to forget, like most people will.  She started dating again,
and eventually starting seeing one man

Copyright 1990, Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com)


Now, granted this started as a dream, but would you like to see me add more to it? 
Let me know (gbbjg@yahoo.com)

