specter of desire...

Finally Julie stood up out of her bath, her damp, warm body the paradise of sex.

I took the ends of her hair and gently pinned her head back; she moved her hands from behind her back and rested them on my hips.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"I`m dying for you."

Then very quickly she slipped away; ran to the door.

"Julie?"

I saw her pale figure against the faint rectangle. She spoke. The strangest voice, as hard as glass:

"There is no Julie..."

Enigma...Lord of the Dance...