I approached the old brick shop. Wooden sign hanging slightly adjacent. Many Moons Tarot. Etched in with chipped paint. Ethereal in its antiquity. I'd come here many times before. To have my cards read, to buy my crystals. Sometimes if I was particularly lucky, even get to chat with the beautiful oracle reader in the back. With the most intense eyes I had ever seen. She was my dream. Her conversations with me always seemed to involve...something taboo. I could tell she was intrigued by me too. Or was I just losing my mind? Tonight was different, as i opened the door to the shop. I could hear soft jazz playing in the background. A change from her usual calming ocean sounds. Cards shuffled musically in the background as she prepared my spread. Lord, was I sick of being teased. I was going to show her tonight exactly who I was and how badly I wanted her. Taking my seat in front of her, I reached out a hand. Urging her to drop the cards and focus on me....