To resist my charms you’ll: cancel your credit cards, tribute me the balance of your account and block me before you closed your account. You’re not the first, to try this method, I don’t mind and you won’t be the last. I meant it when I said I understood and was sorry to see you go and that I would miss you. Then the final goodbye followed by Madge, the sexy computerized voice we all know and love. I’m gone, like a bad dream.

One afternoon you hear a familiar voice, at least it sounds familiar. Barely a whisper at first but growing louder and then you let me wander through your mind. You remember the ecstasy of hearing my voice, the way I made you feel special. The horror of opening your credit card bill pushes me to the back of your mind again.

I invade your dreams, talking to you in your sleep. The temptation is irresistible, just a peek you tell yourself. To see those amazing eyes one last time, just five minutes. You take a deep breath, open your eyes and fall helpless and broken at my feet and belong to me again.