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She thought about unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, but that seemed like cheating.  Like saying, "Here I am, you don't have to work hard at this." "Mahalia."  She practiced her safe word, wondered if she'd want to use it, wondered if she'd be able to keep from using it.  What if she said it so loud now that they called it off?  "Mahalia."  Her voice sounded tinny, like a long-distance

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My fantasies aren't necessarily plausible, but it seems I can't suspend my disbelief utterly.  So I've created a mental place where any fantasy can be acted out--The Island. Imagine Fantasy Island, but with fewer white suits. Anyone can go to The Island.  Most fantasies can be accommodated.  I don't know why I feel it necessary to invent a giant fantasy resort.  I'm just weird that way. I

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Jenny sprawled face down on the beach chair, luxuriating on the feel of the warm sun on her back.  Her hair dangled in a curtain around her face so hat the only thing she could see was the blue tile surrounding the pool. Last night had been the perfect beginning to her weekend:  a nameless, faceless romp with no strings.  She wondered if she would ever encounter that man again, then mocked

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Jenny stared through the tiny, distorted window at the blue ocean water a few dozen feet below her.  It had been a long time since she was on a plane.  It had been a long time since she had done something as silly and outrageous as going to an island in the middle of the Pacific to get a sexual fantasy filled. No, actually she had never done anything that outrageous. She had always done the

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