He had told her that he would be waiting for her one night that week, at 11PM, in the playground in Holly Park.  He was very clear that he was NOT going to tell her what night.  He expected her to walk there every night until she found him...

Monday night she didn't know what to expect, she approached the dark playground, expecting, and not expecting.  It was so exciting, not knowing.  She walked through the playground—twice--and went home to her own bed and to the strange and erotic dreams the fruitless search had brought on.

All day on Tuesday she imagined what would happen in the dark playground.  Would it happen tonight?  She tingled with anticipation.  She walked toward the park early.  So early she had to spend 30 minutes wandering the blocks around it before the appointed time.  All of her body was tense with desire as she approached the playground from under the trees at the top of the park.  She listened, and waited.  She leaned against a tree in the darkest of shadows while scanning the swing set and climbing gym for what seemed like hours, finally she knew it was not to be tonight.

Wednesday she did all she could to put the evening's walk out of her mind, but her body refused to allow it.  Her arousal was almost constant and she was unable to concentrate on her daily tasks.  At the appointed hour she approached the playground.  She couldn't see much, so she listened. Surely it was just her imagination, wasn't it?  Careful concentration and she became sure...that rhythmic squeak.  It was a swing moving very slowly back and forth. 

She approached, three day's worth of anticipation pent up inside her   She alternated between panting in excitement and shallow quick breaths of... fear?  She could see movement, but no more.  As she got closer she realized it was him... dressed all in black...  Gently swinging to and fro.  He lifted his jacket, exposing himself, and wordlessly invited her to join him on the swing...