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together. They were great
roommates, but their connection had broken down years ago—if it had
ever been there in the first place.
    Aimee pursed her lips. “Okay then. Moving
on. Tell me what you’re looking for in a man.”
    She leaned toward Sandra and her lips turned
up in a crooked smile. Sandra could tell Aimee had had a little too
much to drink. And Sandra probably had, too. Champagne tended to
have that effect on her.
    Sandra attempted to answer her friend’s
question, but when she tried to picture the man of her dreams, all
she came up with was a blank.
    Aimee seemed to understand her dilemma. She
sipped from her glass, then giggled. “I have an idea. Let’s make a
list.”
    She opened her purse and pulled out a pen,
then grabbed one of the small square cocktail napkins the waitress
had left on the table with the appetizer platter. Aimee wrote down
the numeral one followed by a dot.
    “Okay, I want you to think about”—she
giggled—“you know . . . men . . . and what you’d really like.”
    “What I’d like? I guess I’d like a guy who’s
really sensitive, with a good sense of humor and . . . well, a
sense of adventure.”
    Aimee pointed at her and winked. “That’s
what I’m talking about. Adventure.” She sipped her drink again,
then set down her glass. “Forget that Mr. Sensitive stuff . Think
about Mr. Muscle- Bound- Hunk meets Mr. Sexy- Bad- Boy and how
he”—she winked—“or, better yet, they could make your dreams
come true.”
    Sandra knew exactly what Aimee was talking
about. Sandra had made the mistake of telling Aimee about one of
her ultra sexy dreams, dreams that had been a frequent occurrence
over the past few months. Fantasies brought to life in steamy
erotic detail in the middle of the night, leaving her hot and
frustrated in the morning.
    “Before you settle down with Mr. Right, you
need to get your mojo back. You know, enjoy the single life and see
what’s out there. Now”—she pointed at Sandra with her pen—“tell me
what kinds of adventures you want to have. Your wildest, craziest
fantasies. Let’s write them down.”
    “I don’t see the point in making a list.”
Sandra really didn’t want her fantasies written out in black and
white. That seemed too . . . sordid.
    “Ah, come on. If you can dream about them,
you can talk about them.”
    Sandra’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t think
so.”
    Aimee patted Sandra’s hand. “Honey, there’s
nothing wrong with having fantasies. And it’s good to examine them.
It’ll help you know what really turns you on. Which is good since
you’re going to start dating again. Look, I’ll get us started. You
told me about that one where you were captured by pirates and
carried off to their ship, so . . .”
    Sandra watched as Aimee wrote Be held
captive beside the numeral one.
    “Now you,” Aimee said, pen poised.
    Sandra shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t
think of anything.”
    “What about that book you were reading a
couple of weeks ago? It had bondage, didn’t it?”
    “Um... dominance and submission,
actually.”
    Aimee smiled. “You’d like to try that?”
    Sandra shrugged again. Aimee nudged her
shoulder.
    “Come on. Get into the spirit of it. I’m
just trying to help.”
    Sandra took a sip of her champagne and gazed
at Aimee’s deep blue eyes. She did want to help. Sandra sighed.
    “Okay. Well, I’m not sure about the bondage
and domination stuff . I’d have to know the guy pretty well.”
    “Well, yeah.” Aimee nibbled on one of the
chicken wings, then picked up the pen again. “Okay, let’s leave
that one a little open.”
    She wrote down item number two as Experiment with bondage.
    “What else? Think about some fantasy that
has really intrigued you that you know you’ll never try but wish
you could.” She grinned. “And don’t be shy.”
    One fantasy immediately popped into Sandra’s
head. She’d caught part of a show on sexual fantasies and she’d
been intrigued by one woman’s