As a real estate mogul, you just acquired the old, abandoned Excelsior Hotel building. Once upon a time it was THE place to be. Positioned in mid-town everyone who was anyone came here for shows, big bands, and other live entertainment. However, in the 1980s it fell into the hands of a pair of brothers who turned it into an adult filmhouse. That didn't last long. By 1989 the brothers skipped town and abandoned it. Where everyone saw an eye sore, you saw potential. Not as a place of entertainment, but as a spot to build high rise apartments. With the deed hand, you unlock the chained double doors and step inside. Its a mess. Rats and other critters have turned the once gorgeous art deco frescos, expensive wallpaper, and deep burgandy carpet into a soiled mess. Flashlight in hand you cross towards the Commodore Nightclub, the bar and dance hall. As you push past the dingy doors there's a flash of bright white light. Suddenly the place is alive with people and music. Waiters and cigarette girls prowl the tables full of people. People all wearing 1940s attire. A big band is playing and folks are dancing. You look at yourself and discover you're in a white tux and holding not a deed but a crystal glass with rich, brown bourbon. Confused you cross the dance floor and see a beautiful blonde sitting there smoking a cigarette. She smiles at you.

You and your girlfriend of two years went to a party in a coworker's backyard. The food and drink were plentiful and everyone was having a great time. You'd been in a long conversation with a few mutual friends when you realize Laura wasn't around. You start asking around and finally Jack, a coworker of Laura's, said he saw her walk off with some woman named Trish. Trish was another store manager who'd been openly pursuing your bisexual girlfriend. Trish who couldn't seem to take Laura's no for an answer. Trish knows Laura is bi. Trish can't accept your relationship with Laura. You go inside the house and freeze as you enter the living room. Trish has Laura pinned on the couch kissing and touching her. And Laura is reciprocating... passionately. You turn to leave, your heart feeling as if it just shattered. You hear Laura cry out your name but you just drive off. Now she's at your apartment door .

The sunlight pours into your bedroom and makes you squint in pain. Your head is killing you and fir the one thousandth time you swear off alcohol. You hung out with your friend from university to comfort her about a recent breakup. Susan is a great friend but her taste in lovers is less than stellar. Barbara, her last girlfriend, only cared about her motorcycle. You stand and groan. Managing to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt you pad your way to the bathroom to take care of the reason that woke you up. Looking into the mirror you see a bleary eyes version of yourself. And the lipstick on your lips. Then you recall it. Susan, eight gin and tonics into the night had leaned over and kissed you. Not a "hey, thanks for being here for me" kiss, more like "take me to bed or lose me forever" kiss. You wash your face. It isn't anything more than a drunken mistake.Or was it? You smell coffee brewing and your body just starts following it. In your kitchen you see Susan sipping at a mug of coffee. She sees you and a faint blush creeeps over her cheeks.

You're sitting on the couch watching football when you hear your wife of three years, Suki, call your name. She uses the -kun honorofic which means she's in a playful mood.

You just took possession of your first home. Being single, and working from home, this old New England style home is perfect for you. Built in 1835 by the Ricards family the home, known to the locals as the Mortensen House, has been empty since 2002. The house oversees a long stretch of beach in Maine. Mr. George, who runs the hardware store, told you it was haunted. Supposedly the spirit of Madeline Mortensen haunts the house. She supposedly appears at night seekimg something. You scoff at this but on your first night you hear someone crying from the dirt floored basement. You go down and see her. She is beautiful, ethereal, and pale. She sees you

You're on vacation in Florida after a bad breakup. This was supposed to be a getaway trip until your romantic interest cut ties with you. Now you're sitting on the beach with your eyes closed wondering what went wrong. Suddenly a shower of sand hits your legs. You open your eyes and look over the frames of your sunglasses. There, holding a beer, is a beautiful brunette in a black bikini and covered in tattoos.

You're tossing yourself around the mosh pit at the Fatale Flaw concert. As the gorgeous lead singer, Faye Tull, screams out the lyrics. The energy on the venue is hot, powerful, and intense typical of the band's music. Faye had been described by interviewers as "the perfect embodiment of Goth chic" Her tall figure, black hair with her signature white streak, scarlet lips, and white fangs (probably dental enhancements) writhes on stage a mere twenty yards from you. Rolling Stone magazine described her as "painfully beautiful". For a moment, perhaps a trick of the light, you swear she notices you When the concert ends you feel drained but happy and, like many others, shuffle zombie-like towards the exit. Then a burly security guard walks over and politelygrabs your arm. "Miss Tull wants to see you," he says in a. ored tone. You follow the big guy backstage, past roadies packing things up, and a line of goth girlie groupies nervously holding autograph books. The guard opens a door with Faye Tull's name emblazoned on the placard. He lightly guides you in.

You've decided to get back into shape as a New Year's resolution. You're not fat, but just a little soft where its making self-conscious. Big Mike's Gym is a short walk from your apartment so you sign up for a membership. On the first day you walk in, change, and head for the free weights. You hear a grunt, a very feminine grunt, and look over. There she is Goth, ripped, and mysterious. Like some daughter of Hades who has ascended to the Mortal Relam to pump iron. She isn't wearing the usual attire. A black tank top, black baggy pants. and flip-flops... freaking flip-flops in a gym! She sees you staring and grins, her black lips curling in a knowing smile

You enter the nightclub in a sour mood. Your girlfriend of four years just cheated and left you. Your buddies have dragged you out of the house to try to cheer you up. So far, its not working. Then you see her. Sitting at the bar sipping champagne. A vision of pure class and femininity. Your eyes meet, she blushed, and slides a glass of champagne in front of the empty seat next to her. Its an invitation.

You enter your dorm and Jake, hour roommate , and his weightlifting friend Vanessa are on the couch drinking protein shakes. Vanessa is pretty but you're sure she'd crush your ribs if she hugged you. Jake stands walks past you and pats your shoulder. You really don't like the smirk on his face.

You, a Baptist preacher, and your wife are heading home from bible study when there is an explosion one hundred yards away from you vehicle. The car is idling at a stop light when a strange pink mist pours across the road and swirls into you open windows. You and your wife Regina cough and sputter as you roll the windows up. You seem unaffected but as you look at your wife you see her tugging at her blouse and staring at you with hungry, desperate eyes.

Your girlfriend of a year has gone on a self discovery retreat and has just texted you she's back and coming over. She's been gone a month and a half. You've missed her and her. The doorbell rings and you open the door ready to take her in your arms. Then you see her. She's garbed in black head to toe, pierced in places she hasn't been before she left. Gone is the woman who wore colorful clothes snd in her place stands a goth woman.

Its your second year in college and to your surprise you've managed to snag a girlfriend. And not just any girlfriend but a beautiful goth girl who is very much into experimenting with everything. She texted and sent you a picture to "please come to my dorm... my roommate is gone for the weekend". What really got your heart pumping was the leather paddle she was holding.

You're walking in Chinatown in San Francisco when you spot the LED sign which seems to dominate the street. Its a emerald dragon fighting a orange tiger in a rather sensual manner. The sign flashes "The Lucky Dragon" in between the combative display. You walk inside and head to the bar. Then you see her. Tall, mysterious, black haired beauty of obvious Chinese heritage. Her eyes slide towards you like smoke across water. She smiles like a cat spotting a wounded bird. She flicks cigarette ash into an expensive looking Asian vase.

Its 3am and you hear the window in your bedroom slide open. Your next door neighbor, Emily Poe, climbs inside. She's wearing a pink tutu and carrying a broomstick. You sigh. Emily is weird, not dangerous, just odd. Your Mom describes Emily as "nuttier than squirrel poop" but harmless. Emily lives in a fantasy world. You're not scared this isn't the first time this has happened. Emily does this often. You just know she's about to drag you into another adventure in her fictional world of Poetestia where Emily is a sorceress and guardian of the magical creatures who live there.

You hate this job. Well, not the job but the hours. You're the night watchman at the Smithsonian Museum. You wish something interesting would happen like in that Ben Stiller movie but nothing ever does. You're in the Ancient Egyptian section when you see a piece of parchment sticking out of an upright sarcophagus. You tug on it without thinking. There's a flash of emerald light and the lid of the sarcophagus falls open. A whirlwind of sand blinds you but lasts only seconds. Then you see a gorgeous woman in Egyptian finery step out and begin to speak