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fascination, as the machine seemed to be measuring Phoebe’s blood pressure, heart rate and oxygen levels.
    Before she left the cube, the nurse pronounced, “Your observations are all normal, but you need to speak to a doctor before we can release you.”
    “See, no need for all this fuss, I just fainted,” Phoebe complained to Roman.
    “Better safe than sorry. What was I supposed to do? You were unconscious on the food court floor!” Roman replied, defending himself. “Anyway, you still haven’t told me your big secret. Don’t think being stuck in hospital is going to get you out of it,” he teased her, skillfully shifting the focus off himself and back onto her.
     
    *****
     
    Phoebe looked away from her closest friend, her feelings too raw to share, even with him. From the moment she came to, she had been unable to stop thinking about Charlie Moss. She was real, she was utterly gorgeous, and she hadn’t seemed the slightest bit interested in her. She didn’t seem to recognize her at all. Even worse, Phoebe felt she no longer knew herself or what she wanted. It was one thing to have a series of confusing dreams, it was altogether something else to be attracted to a real, live, breathing woman. And what should she do about her marriage? In despair, she wondered, could my life get any worse?
     
    *****
     
    Michael ran his hand lightly across the beautiful woman’s taut thigh, teasing her, knowing she was ready but making her wait. She lay invitingly postured on his wife’s side of the bed at their opulent Noosa holiday home. He couldn’t believe his luck in finding this incredibly sexy woman. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he saw tension and then sudden defiance.
    Not willing to wait, she rose up and straddled him, taking him into her. Impatient by nature, she never hesitated to take what she wanted. His excitement rose higher and higher. She was so free, so unlike his quiet, hesitant wife. She was tall, dark haired, dark eyed, olive-skinned and voluptuous, the total opposite of his wife’s demure reserve. 
    At moments like this he knew he did not want to go back to the boring life he had with Phoebe, sweet as she was. But he needed to protect himself before he could move on. He wondered if going to lawyers had been a good idea, he didn’t want them digging around, but he needed to know where he stood. Her movement intensified. Lost in her, he soon ceased thinking at all.
     
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    Donning the filmiest of robes, Marita Sanchez checked her hair and make-up. The mirror confirmed she looked extremely tempting. She had mastered the ‘just got out of bed but ready for more’ look perfectly. She couldn’t afford to have her future husband anything but completely smitten by her.
    Michael was admiring the view from a lounge chair when she joined him on the deck of the magnificent property. Preferring that he admire her instead, she stood directly in front of him. She handed him a mojito and looked down at his face. Casually sipping her own cocktail, she allowed the light breeze to play with the sheerness of her robe, offering him glimpses of what lay beneath. She noticed Michael’s breath begin to quicken. She sat on the lounge next to him and trailed her long fingernails up the back of his neck and into his hairline.
    “Darling, I know you told me already, but what it is it your wife does again?” Marita breathed into his ear.
    Distracted, Michael replied, “She’s an actuary. Let’s not talk about her right now…”
    His mind was on other things as he flipped the edge of her robe open to reveal more of her incredible legs. Taking his hand, she placed it directly between her legs, letting him feel how receptive she was. He gasped in surprised excitement.
    “What is her specialty?” Marita opened her robe to reveal large firm breasts.
    Michael eyes fixated on her chest as he replied, “Risk and insurance.”
    She took his head and gently started to push his mouth towards her breasts, “Ah