The devil made me do it. He was so seductive, so attractive and so beguiling, with persuasive powers the likes of which I have never experienced before. I was putty in his hands. He knew exactly what to say. He knew exactly what to do. He knew how to talk, touch, rub himself against me, smile, whisper in my ear as he caressed me. Honeysuckle breath, the smell of rain in the air, skin like silk. I didn't have a chance, it was those eyes. They followed me wherever I went, all around the room, the city, the world. It wasn't my fault. I was helpless. It was beyond my control.