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kept it hidden away deep in your subconscious for a very long time because fantasies are illusionary and not really meant to be lived out. And many fantasies wouldn't be considered respectable." He grinned. "By requesting The Channel, however, you allowed your fantasies to be released. It allows you to interact with your fantasies. This is the apartment that you always dreamed of, isn't it? You've furnished it in your mind a thousand times over, haven't you?"
"Yes," she said slowly. "But how can this be possible? How can I be seeing it on my television, and talking to you?"
He shook his dark head. "I have absolutely no idea," he answered honestly. "My reality seems to be your fantasy."
"Omigod!" she half whispered. "I'm asleep, then. Right?"
"Nope," he told her. "You're very much awake, Nora, my darling. Come and join me now." This time the smile he gave her was seductive and slow. It promised to fulfill her deepest desires.
"How?"
He placed his palm against the television's screen from the opposite side so that it faced her. "Match your hand to mine," he said, "and we'll be together."
"I'll be with you? In that apartment?" Nora sounded dubious. "And just how do I get back here to my own house, then?"
"Every woman visiting The Channel is returned at the end of the evening," he replied. "It just happens. Carla wouldn't steer you wrong, Nora, darling. You know she wouldn't. Come on over, Red Rover, and play with me. I play nice, and you know you really want to be with me."
"I don't think so," Nora answered him.
"Why not? Afraid?" he half taunted her. "You never used to be afraid of anything when you were a kid, darling."
"Maybe you haven't noticed," Nora remarked dryly, "but I'm not a kid any longer. I'm closer to fifty than forty. I've got about thirty pounds on me I didn't have way back when. My hair is showing signs of graying, and you, Mr. Gorgeous, should have someone equally gorgeous." She reached for the remote. It was past time to turn this thing off. She had to be dreaming, but if she shut The Channel down and woke herself up, maybe, just maybe, she could catch Mystery on PBS.
"Don't send me away, Nora, darling," he pleaded, divining her intent. "This is your fantasy, and you actually have the chance to live it. Here you can be whatever you want to be, and do whatever you want to do. If younger and sexy is what you desire, then you shall be young and sexy. The Channel allows you this unique opportunity."
Nora hesitated, fascinated by his words, surprised that she was actually beginning to consider them seriously. "You mean if I want to be thirty again, one hundred and twenty pounds, and have perky boobs again, I can?" This was crazy. Why was she even listening to him? Then she smiled to herself. She was listening because he was charming, and very tempting. It had been forever since a man had spoken to her as if she was a sensual and intelligent woman. Not someone's wife, or mother, or servant.
"You can be whoever you want to be when you're with me," he repeated. "Tell me what you would wear," he enticed her softly.
"Something sexy. I don't know," she said.
"I'd like to see you in a teddy. Black lace against your white skin, and red hair," Kyle murmured low.
"But no bikini bottom," she answered him, blushing at the vocal thought. "No, no teddy. I think one of those little short robes. Black silk. Just grazing the tops of my thighs."
"Yes, I'd like that. Just long enough to cover your pretty little pussy," he said.
Her cheeks were burning with his words. "Why do you prefer the robe?" she asked him.
"Because it would make it a whole lot easier to fuck you," he admitted frankly. Then he laughed. "You're blushing again. I can see it even with just the light from the television on your face. How long has it been since you were well and truly fucked, Nora, my darling?"
"Years," she sighed gustily. "Hell, you know the answer, Kyle. You don't have to ask me, do you?"
"The first time we do it," he told her, "we'll do it quickly