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Hi, Diary. Well, I recently left off with hitting the streets of New York on a hot, sultry summer night. I was wearing my extremely tight red mini dress as you know from reading my other diary entry.

As I said before, I immediately drew attention as I walked the streets of New York at one in the morning- a tall dark man gave out a long, slow whistle. I knew it was for me. I was immediatelyt thrilled to get some attention so quickly, but at the same time I became uneasy- after all, it was 1AM in the morning.

So I started walking faster, with some difficulty, as my 6 inch red high heels didn't exactly lend themselves to helping me move too fast. I needed to get to where there was more light. The street was dark, with very limited lighting- and there was no traffic on the street that I was on.

I turned back to see if he was still standing there- but he was gone. I couldn't see him anywhere and figured he hadn't followed me- but I was wrong.

The only sound was the clacking of my high heels as I continued down the street, but suddenly I heard footsteps that weren't mine. He had followed me after all.

When I got to the corner, I crossed over and stupidly thought that I could lose him if I went into Central Park. Bad idea. The park was nearly deserted except for a bum rattling through a trash can.

I knew that just on the other side of the park was a street bustling with night clubs and people. If I could only make it to there, I would be allright.

The path I took was unfortunately filled with lots of trees and bushes- but it was the quickest way out. I quickly made my way down the path, glancing back nervously to make sure the guy didn't see which way I had gone and followed me, Seeing nothing, I continued on my way with a sigh of relief.

Before I realized what happened, I was snatched around my neck and pulled violently into a large clump of bushes. Finding myself on my back- on the ground, I looked up into a pair of dazzlingly dreamy hazel eyes. It was such a dichotomy- here my assailant was so good looking! How could anyone like this be attractive as this guy? And what was worse-- why was I at once repulsed and sexually attracted to him.

My body reacted against my will. He pulled me close to him and I felt myself get all wet and weak. And then he smiled at me- he knew. He knew that he had excited me.

MORE LATER, Diary!