Fear as an Aphrodisiac
Finally, Nikki and her girlfriend Sonya found the turning off Edinburgh’s Royal Mile that they needed. They’d expected a road, but Mary King’s Close was nothing more than a narrow passageway that looked like it led to the next street along, like so many in the city. They glanced at one another, then shrugged and headed along the close. Much to their relief, they quickly discovered they were, indeed, in the right place.
Before long, however, Nikki’s relief had turned to discomfort. They’d paid their money, joined a tour group, and now their guide—a man roughly in his thirties, clad in old-fashioned clothing—was giving them the history of the area. It had started off well enough, but Nikki’s unease grew as the guide began telling them about how Mary King’s Close had
