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as it was for his future mate and the woman who was exchanging her virtue for a measly remittance.  Tittering on the edge of Victorian roles and traditional sexual politics were her first confused steps toward evil.  Evil was not in a man’s eyes as many would think but it was in his actions.  More often his subversive concealed actions and not his openly overt ones.  Was it that he was trying to hide his true nature from others or was it that he performing acts that in some way will advance himself.  Why was it never the dark princess and the fair prince in our minds?  Why was it that a man should be pure and a woman impure? Was being male so reprehensible that only Satan could spawn a son but not a daughter?  A prize of innocence and virtue?   Was a woman’s innocence such a prize, because it could in theory only be taken once? Then again, if one was creative and his partner willing, innocence can fall a myriad of times.  Time and time again in both love, and sex until were are only tiny pieces of one’s shattered self left.  Was a woman’s innocence a prize because a man under those circumstances could not be compared to another for any of his short comings, physical or otherwise? Was it a pathetic attempt to placate his own ego in knowing that he was by far the most exquisite lover she had ever taken?  His own physical inadequacies real or perceived cannot exist.
    When does innocence shatter?  Does it shatter a little at a time?  Piece by piece, until there is nothing left and one is left staring into the abyss that is their own pathetic existence.   Wonder the path toward evil, bask in the glow that is power and achievement then sneak back in to the light.  Otherwise, the evil deeds you must commit along the way will consume your soul, your thoughts and your actions.  You will no longer be doing the evil deeds but you will have become them, and one cannot find the path back to the light if there is nothing but darkness, hopelessness and despair.
    Nadrea laughed to herself and finished yet another drink, she loved to watch innocence shatter, she had seen it all so many times before and her lover scattered back into the suburbs to his pretty blond wife and ridiculous kids,  Nadrea would be just another secret he would have to keep.  She liked to think that she was the only one of her kind hidden in the closet that was his mind, but reality dictated that was not the case, still she hoped in some way she had helped him take his first steps toward deceit, his first tryst with passion and desire outside of the confines of his love and his first true steps toward evil.

 
     

The Morning After, Sunday morning
     
    Donna slowly started to wake up, and music danced through her loft’s sound system.  It was a little heavy for early morning, not too early, but early after a late night.  The words danced quietly through the stale wine scented air as the slumber drifted slowly from her eyes she realized the song was from the heavy metal god Rob Halford’s first post Judas Priest project, Fight.  The final riffs faded and Bullshit Repellent by Wretching Red started to fill the air, her satellite radio was still on from the night before. She thought how ironic it was that the leader of one of the all time great metal bands was nothing more than a large scary Englishman who dressed for years with that gay biker sheik look was in fact gay, a look that half the boys in her high school, who were completely homophobic, tried desperately to emulate.
    “Morning,” came softly from the other side of the bed.  Her head hurt, the buzz was still lingering in the distance.  Stunned by another voice she turned in a panicked state trying to put last evening’s events together.  Seemingly instantly after the greeting she felt a hand on her shoulder and could feel a man drawing nearer.
    Fuck, She thought as at the same time the same word escaped her lips. 
    “What’s wrong?” the voice asked. 
    She knew it, but