Song of seduction Stories

We walked to the door. I turned the knob and opened it. “You don’t lock the door at night?” Sydney asked in surprise. I shook my head. “Nope. Nobody wants to walk through that yard in the dark.” “No. I suppose not,” she said softly. The house was an old two-story wood cabin. It had been well-maintained over the years. From the outside, it looked like something from an old Western movie. The inside had been modernized, tho...