She came to my window a few nights ago, dressed in a virginal white nightgown which clung tightly to her supple body. Her dark auburn hair flowed liquidly over her shoulders and shimmered in the pale light of the full moon. Her eyes were dark and sparkling, her pink lips gleamed and her bare feet, nails polished purple, rested in a dark green tuft of dewy grass below my window. Her bosom heaved under the thin dress; I could see the dark rings of her nipples beneath. “Let me in,” she repeated softly, gazing deeply into my eyes, seeming to peer into my soul, sensing my arousal. My heart leapt.