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The time has come to talk of many things... write a bit of dialog where you indicate who is speaking WITHOUT the usual suspects. No said, spoke, voiced, mumbled, asked, etc. Your dialog driven story can be meaningless or meaningful. It can progress your plot or just be a tangent. Perhaps it better explains your characters or explains your fascination with Star Trek. Just have fun and stray from the norm. This if my first challenge, I hope it lives up to my fellow Prosers' expectations.
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Until the Next Time

"Oh my God, I can't stand it!  I can't wait one minute longer!  I need it right now!  I feel like bugs are crawling under my skin, drinking my blood and hollowing my bones.  I want him right now.  He's the only one who can help me!"  I pick up my phone and dial.

His face darkens as he realizes that I am on the other end of the line.  "Every time I speak to her, I feel a tingle of foreboding, although I can't quite put my finger on the reason.

In the past, I refused to take her bait, afraid that she will ask more than I am willing to give. But this time, thoughts of her sensual, luscious body overcome my reluctance. Maybe I can use her for my needs without giving anything in return."  He senses the familiar warmth creep up his loins.  "I'll be right over but I can't stay too long!"

"I smile a catlike grin as I savor the thought that he will be here for a longer time than he thinks.  I always feel like I am sipping cream when I anticipate a new conquest.  This will be worth the wait. I slip my lace teddy over my head and lay my protection carefully on the bedside table.  I am ready for his bounty as I unlock my front door and arrange myself on my silk sheets as a tableau of lust.  It is so meaningful and titillating to stage the scene."

"I watch him striding across the room toward me, hair damp with a heady male scent.  I know I can't resist doing what I must do, taking what I want.  His fingers touch me with an agony of desire as they explore my body.  Lips travel to places deep within our souls."

"We moan, scream, taste with yearning tongues and moist lips, feeling voracious passion

consuming us.  Just as he plunges within me, I pull my protection and stab the sharply honed knife deeply into his back.  I watch triumphantly as his dark blood seeps onto the sheets, streaming down into the carpet.  Languidly, I touch the blood droplets, sucking my fingers as he takes his last gasping breath.  At last, I feel fulfilled and satisfied until the next rendezvous and the next prey. I will know when it is time.  I always do!"

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