My story is probably not much different from many others, who fell easy prey to the calculated seduction. If I dare think back and relive the events that led to this time and place, it is all too clear that I really had no control, for they must have seen or somehow sensed my distant approach, laid the trap, the lure which I fell for that appears to allow no voluntary release.
It was an evening much like any other: I’d wandered from the quiet rural lane I call home and found myself in the city. I’d limited myself to a few locations that I knew, where the mods knew me, knew I was a poor peasant boy relegated to dial-up and my pockets didn’t carry the fastest connection speeds, but they’d gotten to know me and knew I was a decent guy. So they’d slip me a few web-shots on the house and if I had something extra in my folders I’d donate to their paypal tip jar.
I don’t know what came over me, why I did it. Guess I felt I should try ways and routes that I’d passed or neglected, take a chance, spice things up. Reach for reminders that you’re a freewill human who can make conscious independent choices. Get out of the redundant ruts.
So I went down a side alley that I usually passed right by, in fact I don’t think I ever noticed it before. It was like it was ‘put there’ by someone or something. I guess it was the AW neon that caught my attention. I didn’t know what the initials stood for, only that the first association that came to mind was root beer. I used to love root beer as a teenager, but you don’t see many malt shops any more, and the more I envisioned a tall frosted mug of thick-headed root beer, I wanted some, wanted it bad.
First thing I noticed when I walked in was that I couldn’t see much because of the dimmest lighting, but I smelled chocolate chip cookies. I followed the scent through a narrow corridor, barely aware of the door closing behind me. Somewhere in the density of the chocolate chip reverie I heard a latch lock but the implications only patted my back, more soothant than warning.
I finally reached what looked like a formal foyer, where I first saw the people, heard some welcoming words; and before I could make distinctions and connections, someone approached me with a tray of cookies, the chocolate chips. I took one and the first bite was like a warm cream splashing against my cheeks and sliding down my throat. I must have looked like a love-starved mongrel the way I gobbled the entire cookie, but she only smiled back and gestured that I take another. But as I looked again around the room, the cookie dropped out of my hand back onto the tray as in a haze she backed away, and I felt my body floating downward, hitting the carpeted floor like a sack of feathers where I lost consciousness.
When I woke up I was laying on a sofa, a thick pillow cradling my head, the surroundings were still dark, but I could tell it was a different room, smaller. When I looked around I couldn’t help think it looked somewhat cell-like. Or it was the feeling. I dunno, I still can’t get the right word. The single door had a small window up high, like the kind you see in movies when they lock away lunatics, but want to see inside, note their behavior. Except those are square and this one was round, more like the door to a restaurant kitchen than a cell.
Over in a corner there was a table with a typewriter, a desk with a computer, and a small coffee table, set in front of a love seat; on the table was a stack of paper and a mug filled with pens.
I looked down at my legs to make sure they were still intact and I swear I don’t know what I’d done if Kathy Bates would’ve appeared at the door.
Well I see I’ve been rambling... guess I could go on but that’s pretty much what happened.
Guess I could tell about what happened when I finally left the cell, the first experiences, the close-calls, and ultimately how I came to understand that once the AW seduces you, you’re pretty much here for good but it ain’t so bad, the quick but lasting consummation. But some of it might be too intense for tender minds.
Besides, I hear a blog clacking it’s heels down the hall.
It’s expecting dinner and dancing tonight.
Glad to see you here! 
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