A Woman Named Rain
By W.D. Lekker
Copyright, 2011 W.D. Lekker
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A Woman Named Rain
I know this is not the type of abduction story your website and blog looks for. I also know that what I’m about to write will sound like it should be submitted to the “true confessions” section of some triple-X magazine. However, that doesn’t change what happened to me, and it does not make these events any less real. It did happen, yet it doesn’t read like any of the abduction stories I’ve often researched. As far as I can tell, there were no UFOs involved. And honestly, I wasn’t “abducted” in the truest sense of the word. Still, I’m at a loss to explain what has happened to me over two years ago. The strangeness of it all is eating away at me. More than anything, I know readers might think of what I’m about to write as porn from a perverted man’s imagination. Yet, I have to write this. If I do, I’m I think that I’ll finally accept what happened at face value and be able to move on.
Two years ago, I was at a bar drinking shots of bourbon with beer chasers. I wasn’t necessarily hammered – I was just rooting on my football team the only way I’ve ever known. I had enough to make me pleasantly tipsy, but I didn’t drink enough to slur my words, make me stumble, or turn me into a grade-A drunken asshole. Once my team lost (and that wasn’t a surprise! It’s called man-to-man coverage, people!), I said goodbye to my fellow barflies and started walking home. I lived only four blocks away, and I never, ever drive once alcohol touches my lips.
The stroll was uneventful at first. I passed a number of shuttered shop windows. A few taxis passed on the street, and I thought briefly about hailing one. Yet, I normally like my brisk midnight walk home, so I largely ignored them. That feeling changed, drastically, once it started to rain. The cloudburst seemingly came out of nowhere, and it was heavy. I wasn’t wearing a coat, and no matter how much I ran, I instantly became thoroughly soaked. Since it was late August, at least the water was warm. After a minute or two, grew accustomed to it. There were no awnings I could hide under, and by this time, waiting out the storm seemed useless – I might as well just get home and get out of my drenched shirt and jeans.
I was only halfway there when something off-kilter caught my attention. In an alleyway between two high-end fashion boutiques, a woman in grey lingerie stood. She was motionless, standing with her hands at her sides, staring forward and unblinking. The downpour had plastered her long brown hair to her neck and the sides of her face. Her lingerie clung to her every curve, and the water made the fabric even more transparent. Under complex, curving lace, I saw the outlines of her modest breasts. Even more, I could even make out the small areolas around her hard nipples. A few inches below her navel, a thick triangle of hair contrasted sharply with her pale, white skin.
I blinked a few times, wondering if my years of watching football and drinking bourbon had damaged my brain. Perhaps, I thought, I had drank much more than I initially thought and was hallucinating? Maybe I passed out on the bar, and this was just a dream? At any moment, Mel, the bartender, would whack me with a pool cue, shouting about how he hates when people drool on his bar? While those were, maybe, plausible explanations, they were not true. I was awake, and my situation was about to become much, much weirder.
I tried to continue walking, but I couldn’t. Even more, I couldn’t turn my head and shift my gaze away from her face. It was like I was temporarily rooted to the sidewalk. She raised one arm and slowly beckoned with her finger. I resisted. Then, her eyes lit up. Literally. Her eyes turned solid yellow first, and then shifted into a brilliant white light that just seemed to pour out of her. For a slight second, I had a splitting headache, but it vanished as soon as it came over me. Then, I felt my legs moving. I had no control over my body, as I slowly staggered towards her. By now, the light had overwhelmed both me and the upper half of her face. I could barely make out her nose and mouth.