'Well that was pointless.' You thought to yourself as you stepped off the bus and headed down the street towards home. The evening was warm and you were glad you'd not bothered with a jacket for the day. You felt the cool breeze caress your thighs and enjoyed the sensation; it was a damn shame it was the only caressing they were going to get this night. Your heels rang out on the pavement, sounding somewhat loud in the quiet of the evening, self conscious you glanced around at the tree lined street but all was quiet in the dull glimmer of the newly switched on street lights reflecting off the cars lining the road. The evening had had such a build up too. A blind date after a somewhat quiet dating spell, arranged by a friend from your music class, excited by the prospect you'd worn your favourite red dress with your grey heels. Everyone at work had complimented you on how the colour of the fabric complemented the soft porcelain sheen of your skin. Little had they known what was underneath the dress - nothing! You'd felt so daring and excited working with only the feel of air underneath your clothes, even allowing yourself a little fantasy as to how you would slowly reveal your secret to your date as the evening progressed. It had been a struggle to restrain yourself, especially when that cute guy from across the bank of desks had commented on how you seemed to be glowing this day. But no, the evening had been a complete washout; he'd been sooooooo dull, with nothing to say for himself or about anything else for that matter. Not on art nor politics nor life nor anything else had he any comment to make; only bland self centred statements seemed to emerge from his dull mouth. You'd got rid of him as quickly as indecently allowed, he'd seemed peeved as you made your excuses and left but tough! You didn't have a cat that was sick but at least you' hadn't had to lie about a mother on her death bed. The only bright spot on the evening was that after he'd left you'd managed to loiter around and have a quick couple of tequilas to drown out the taste of the evening. Damn. It was so frustrating, you never seemed to meet anyone you could open up to, all these thoughts and desires ran around your head but you'd never found anyone you could open up to. All your friends had found their perfect 'soul mate' but not you. What was wrong? Another night with regurgitated TV loomed as you paused outside your gate, why not me? What have I done, or not done, to deserve this? Lost in thought you opened the front door to your maisonette and stepped inside...... SLAM! Before anything else could happen you're slapped into the hall wall and a soft voice whispers into your ear: 'I'm so glad you're back alone.'