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Subject: {ASSM} Business Class [3/3] {Wiseguy} (MF hyp rom cons dream)
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(Part 3 of 3; see the introduction to Part 1 for content codes &
disclaimers.)









iii


Eric sat in the business class car at his favorite 
conference table seat.  His Thinkpad was open in front of 
him and his fingers danced on the keys.


   Fantasy #11 -- Hypnotized and Seduced

   (Written for a male subject and a female hypnotist, 
   but can be easily modified for any combination.  
   Highly effective for partners with a submissive 
   streak, or who find the hypnosis itself to be 
   erotic.)

   You are out of town on business, and have been for 
   several days.  You are unlocking the door of your 
   hotel room, tired and bored and missing your lover's 
   touch, resigned to spending another evening alone.  
   As the door closes behind you, however, you become 
   aware of a presence in the room.  Across from the 
   door, sitting and watching, is a mysterious stranger 
   -- a woman, dressed in a silk gown and a heavy veil 
   that hides almost all of her face.

   You find yourself approaching the woman, not 
   speaking, wondering who she is and how she got into 
   your room.  "I've been waiting for you," she says, 
   her voice silky smooth and compelling.

   It's then that you notice her eyes.  They are deep 
   and shining, and seem to look right through you.  You 
   feel yourself being captured by her eyes, fascinated, 
   unable to look away.  She stands up and comes closer.  
   You think about backing up, running away, doing 
   anything, but all you can do is stand still and lose 
   yourself in those mesmerizing, powerful eyes.  You 
   are falling into a trance, you know it, and you also 
   know that there is nothing you can do to prevent it.  
   Your whole body becomes heavy and sleepy.  You take 
   one more deep breath and the scent of her perfume 
   wraps itself around your mind, taking you into a 
   deep, blissful hypnotic trance.  Down you go, deeper 
   and deeper, unable to resist the woman's power, not 
   really wanting to.  (Look for signs of deepening 
   hypnosis as your subject imagines the trance within 
   the trance, and reinforce these if possible.)

   The mysterious woman whispers to you.  Your mind 
   cannot hold on to the words long enough to decipher 
   them, but your subconscious feels their effects and 
   responds for you.  Your body begins to feel warm, 
   itchy, constricted.  Your skin begs to breathe, to 
   feel the air, to be free.  It has its wish -- you 
   feel hands, your own plus another's, gently easing 
   the clothing off your body until you are naked.  It 
   feels so much better this way, so much more relaxing, 
   so comfortable.

   So arousing.  Yes, as the woman continues whispering, 
   you feel yourself becoming more and more aroused by 
   her words, by her presence, by her complete control 
   over your body and mind.  You feel soft fingers 
   caressing your most intimate places, gentle kisses 
   igniting your body's need for passion.  (Ad lib here, 
   mentioning your partner's favorite specific places to 
   be touched or kissed or stroked.  You should see 
   physical signs of arousal; keep it up until your 
   partner appears ready to orgasm.)

   Your eyes open, and you find yourself lying on the 
   bed with the mysterious woman above you.  She is 
   naked now except for her veil, and the sight of her 
   body hovering above yours, ready to take you inside 
   her, increases your arousal tenfold.  Your body 
   screams its desire to come, but you know that you 
   can't until she does.  She teases you, rubbing her 
   body against yours until you want to beg her to just 
   take you, just do it, but your mouth won't open and 
   your limbs won't move.  Finally she rises up and 
   guides your iron-hard cock into her, settling down on 
   you.  You penetrate her fully, feeling yourself 
   pressing against her cervix.  She speaks, and your 
   hips start moving with her, up and down.  You feel 
   the pressure building inside you, and you can tell 
   she is almost ready.  
  
   She moans, then straightens up and looks straight 
   into your eyes.  You feel her body shudder as her 
   orgasm starts, and you see her throw her head back as 
   she gives in to the pleasure.  Your eyes close and 
   the pressure releases:  you come, harder and longer 
   and stronger than you've ever come before.  (Allow 
   some time for your partner to experience and enjoy 
   the orgasm.)

   As your body collapses, exhausted from the effort, 
   the mysterious woman speaks two more words:  "Sleep 
   now."  You relax and slide into sleep, happy to have 
   served her so well.

   (Conclude with standard wake-up procedure.)


He paused, remembering with a slight shiver the sensations 
he'd experienced the night before.  The details were hazy, 
but he'd awakened naked on his bed with half-dried semen 
all over him and the image of a mysterious, hypnotic woman 
in the back of his mind.  He'd taken himself back into a 
light trance, probing to remember Patty's instructions, 
and was so impressed by their effectiveness that he'd 
decided to add one more example to the chapter of 
fantasies.

His mind wandered to Patty, and to Craig.  What a piece of 
work, he thought.  She gives him the key to her mind, and 
he uses it to play childish pranks.  What a prick.

That's right, his inner voice mocked him.  You'd never 
break trust with someone you loved, would you, old buddy?  
Oh, wait a minute -- you did!

The image of Kelly rose unbidden to his mind.  Kelly, 
coming home late again, the stress and frustration showing 
in every line of her face.  Kelly's voice on the phone:  
"Sorry, honey, but I've got to stay until I can get this 
paperwork done."  Kelly's face, blank and staring ahead, 
while he poured suggestions into her ear:  "It's okay to 
leave some things for the next day," he'd told her.  "Time 
at home is just as important as time in the office."  
Kelly, hurt and frustrated, telling him how she'd been 
passed over for promotion because she'd let key, time-
critical details slip and become perceived as unwilling to 
put in the extra effort when needed.

Kelly, wounded and furious, slapping him in the face when 
he explained why and tried to apologize.

Yes, I did, he admitted, rubbing his cheek as if he could 
still feel the sting.  And I paid the price, and I've 
learned from it.  Now fuck off.




Craig and Patty sat in the kitchen, mugs of tepid coffee 
sitting ignored on the table between them.

"I said I was sorry," Craig whined.  "What more do you 
want?"

"I don't know," Patty confessed.  "I just know that 'I'm 
sorry' isn't enough anymore."

"I don't get it.  All this hypno crap was your idea to 
start with, and you're blaming me for it."

"It's not just the triggers," she insisted.  "What you did 
was just an extension of how you are in general.  You're a 
little boy, Craig:  sweet and loving when you want to be, 
crude and insensitive and juvenile the rest of the time.  
It was charming for a long time, but it's getting old.  I 
need a grown-up."

"You've already got one," he barked back.  "That's not 
what you want.  You want some pussy-whipped houseboy 
who'll do what you want, when you want, all the fucking 
time.  I'm sorry if it's inconvenient for you that I have 
a life and friends outside this goddamn apartment, but I'm 
not giving that up to sit here and worship your cunt."

Patty sighed, clenching the table.  "You aren't listening 
to me.  I didn't say a goddamned thing about your friends 
or your hobbies, although I damned well could if I wanted 
to."

Craig grunted and got up from the table.  "I don't need 
this shit.  Fuck you."

Patty looked daggers at his retreating back.  "Not any 
time soon, asshole."





"There you are!"

Patty opened her eyes and looked toward the unexpected 
voice, using the minimum possible effort.  Through the 
steam in the sauna she made out a familiar face.  "Hi, 
Regina," she said in a dull voice, closing her eyes again.

Regina adjusted her towel and sat down by Patty's resting 
head.  "You know," she noted, "Most people go home when 
they decide to take an afternoon off."

Patty moved nothing but her mouth.  "This is much better 
than home.  This is my sanctuary."

Her friend clicked her tongue sympathetically.  "I'm 
catching a vibe here that the visit from your hypnotist 
friend didn't go well."

That got Patty's attention.  She lifted her head and made 
another visual sweep of the sauna room.  Satisfied that 
she and Regina were alone, she sighed and laid her head 
back again.  "Craig pulled another one of his adolescent 
tricks -- made my undies disappear, right in front of 
Eric.  And when I got back from taking Eric to his hotel, 
Craig used the 'one-eyed viper' line on me again."

Regina let out a heavy sigh.  "Unbelievable.  Tell me you 
made him earn it later."

"Better -- I felt the trigger hit, but then I just shook 
it off and told him I wasn't interested.  You should've 
seen the look on his face."

"I didn't know you could do that.  Ignore a hypnotic 
command, I mean."

"You can, if you want to.  I have a tendency to respond 
first and think second, but Eric helped me there -- he put 
me under and reminded me that I don't have to follow a 
suggestion, from him or anybody else, if I don't want to."

"I like this guy," Regina remarked.  "Did he help you get 
Craig under your power?"

"He tried," Patty sighed, "but nothing happened.  Every 
time I thought we had him, Craig would giggle or hiccup or 
something and snap right out of it.  Eric stopped short of 
saying so, but I think it was deliberate -- Craig just 
doesn't want it."

"I could've told you that," her friend remarked.  "He 
likes his macho image too much.  No way is Craig going to 
let you into his head, even if it means getting laid.  Men 
are like that."

"Eric isn't like that," Patty said.  "He had me put him 
under last night, in front of Craig, just to boost my 
confidence."

Her friend perked up instantly.  "Really?  What was it 
like?"

Patty hugged herself through the towel, remembering the 
sensation.  "It was a tremendous rush.  Arousing, 
exhilarating ... almost primal.  It would be very easy to 
get addicted to that feeling."  She shook her head and 
sighed again.  "But, there's no danger of that.  Not with 
Craig, anyway."

"So dump him," Regina advised.  "You're long overdue for 
an upgrade anyway.  Why not have a wild, passionate fling 
with your hypnotist friend?"

Patty chuckled.  "You never did like Craig."

"Honey, nobody likes Craig except you and that little band 
of gym rats that he hangs out with.  I sit up nights 
wondering why you put up with his crap."

Staring into the distance, Patty answered slowly.  "So do 
I, sometimes.  It wasn't always like this.  For the first 
year and some, things were good.  Lately it just seems as 
though I've grown up and Craig hasn't.  But I have three 
years invested in this relationship, Gina.  It would be 
stupid to toss that away just because we're not getting 
along that well right now."

Regina shook her head vigorously.  "What's stupid is 
prolonging a relationship that's obviously in decline just 
because you're afraid to admit the guy is a jerk."

"He's not a jerk," Patty protested.  "He's just--"

"Stop it!  Don't even defend the guy.  If my Al pulled 
that 'one-eyed viper' crap on me, he'd wake up in the 
morning with his balls in a bear trap."

Patty laughed.  "Come on, Gina, don't hold back.  What do 
you really think?"

"I told you what I think.  The question is, what will you 
do about it?"





Eric was taking a mental break, sitting back in his rec 
room, watching Unbreakable on DVD.  When the phone rang, 
he paused his DVD to answer it.

"Eric?  It's Patty."

The hypnotist straightened up in his chair.  "Hi," he said 
cheerily.  "What's up?"

"I'm going to be back in Alexandria next week," she 
replied, "doing some follow-up with the law firm.  I 
thought it would be nice to have dinner together one night 
-- my treat this time."

Don't ask questions, his inner voice urged, just say Yes.

"That would be great," he agreed.  "Do you need me to make 
the reservations?"

"No, I've got it.  Would you mind meeting me at the hotel?  
Say, Monday at seven?  Same hotel as before."

"I'll be there."




Patty's smile was warm when she greeted Eric in the lobby 
of her hotel.  She wore a gray business suit similar to 
the blue one she'd worn on that first train ride.  When 
Eric offered his hand, she took it but pulled in closer 
and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks for coming," she said sincerely.  

Something's changed, Eric said to himself.  "How's Craig?"

"Oh, he's fine.  And you?"

"I'm good," he said, feeling encouraged.  "Hungry, too.  
Where are we going?"

"Actually, I thought the restaurant right here might be 
nice.  Is that okay with you?"

Eric shrugged.  "Sure."  He followed her into the hotel's 
attached restaurant.  It was a more upscale environment 
than Kilroy's but still very comfortable and friendly.  As 
Patty took her seat in the booth, the top piece of her 
suit gaped open obligingly, showing Eric a healthy dose of 
cleavage and a glimpse of off-white lace.

The dinner conversation stayed light and friendly, keeping 
clear of sensitive topics by tacit agreement.  It wasn't 
until the dishes were cleared and they were sipping the 
last of their wine that Eric moved into the danger zone.  
"The new book's been going splendidly," he said.  "The 
editor is loving it, and the cover art they've picked is 
very nice.  I only have a little bit more to write and the 
CD to finalize."

"That's great."

Eric nodded.  "If you don't mind, I'd like to name you on 
the dedication page.  You've had a lot to do with how well 
this book is turning out -- more than you know."

Patty blushed and smiled.  "I don't mind.  In fact, I have 
an idea for something that might be interesting to add to 
your book."

Eric felt the heat rising in his cheeks.  "Another 
fantasy?  The one you planted in my head that night in New 
York is already in the new book.  It, uh, really made an 
impression."

"No, something different.  A joint activity.  It's hard to 
describe, but I thought we might try it and see how it 
works."

Do it! the inner voice shouted, but Eric paused.  "I'd 
love to; but what about Craig?"

There was an extra sparkle in her eye when Patty 
responded.  "He's in no position to object.  Shall we?"

Eric saw the sparkle.  I may regret this later, he 
thought, but probably not much.   "After you."

He followed Patty to her room on the ninth floor.  She 
waved him toward the corner, where two arm chairs were 
arranged facing each other.   "Why don't you get 
comfortable?" she suggested.  "Loosen your tie, take off 
your shoes."

Eric smiled and took the advice.  He slipped off his sport 
coat and draped it over the back of a chair, then took off 
his tie and undid the top two buttons on his dress shirt.  
His shoes were comfortable black loafers, but he slipped 
them off anyway and tucked them under the same chair.

Patty left her shoes on the floor of the closet and sat 
down in the chair facing him.  She had her copy of his 
first book in hand.  "You asked about Craig earlier," she 
said.  "I found the answer to our problem right here, in 
your first book."  She opened the book to an early page 
and held it out to him.  "The last paragraph on the page."  
Eric took the book from her and saw that it was turned to 
the Forward page.  He reread the last paragraph:

   And finally, I cannot stress enough that to use 
   erotic hypnosis effectively requires trust, openness, 
   and a willingness to share your innermost thoughts 
   and feelings with each other.  If you and your 
   partner don't have that kind of relationship already, 
   the ideas and techniques in this book will not help 
   you to create that.  In fact, couples who turn to 
   hypnosis to salvage a failing relationship often find 
   that it makes things worse instead of better.  If 
   that's why you're reading this, please do everyone 
   concerned a favor and return this book for a refund.

Eric finished reading, looked over at Patty and the 
understanding passed between them.  "I didn't want to 
admit it," she told him, "but you were right -- things 
between me and Craig really haven't been that good for a 
while.  But instead of returning the book, I decided to 
keep it."

"And Craig?"

"I go back home Wednesday afternoon," she explained.  "I 
gave him until then to move out.  The lease is in my name.  
I told the management and the security office that Craig 
is now persona non grata; they'll keep an eye out to make 
sure he doesn't do anything childish to the apartment, 
then change the locks and cancel his door code Wednesday 
morning for me."

Her words sank in slowly.  "You're sure?" Eric finally 
asked.

"Positive."  

Eric saw the finality in her eyes and nodded.  "There's no 
way I can say this without it sounding self-serving, but I 
think you made the right choice.  He clearly doesn't 
respect your feelings.  I'd be surprised if he cared 
enough to get overly upset."

"We'll see.  He hates to lose at anything."

They looked at each other for a moment, letting the 
subject die a silent death.  Eric cleared his throat.  
"Okay, my curiosity is now thoroughly aroused.  What's 
your idea?"

"Have you read Tart?"

"Tart," he said, thinking.  "You mean, Charles Tart?  
Altered States of Consciousness?"

She nodded.

"It's been a while, but I do remember reading it."  He 
paused for a moment, trying to remember the book.  His 
mind registered the positions they were sitting in, and he 
had a flash of insight.  "Mutual hypnosis," he said, 
looking up and seeing the recognition in her face.  "Two 
subjects hypnotize each other, leading to enhanced rapport 
and increased depth of trance.  Is that your idea?"

Grinning, Patty nodded again.  "I'd first read about it a  
while ago.  After that night at the apartment, I dug out 
the book and read the chapter again.  As well as we seem 
to work together, I thought it would be interesting to see 
if we could get similar results."

Eric let the idea roll around in his mind.  "I've never 
tried that," he mused.  "As I recall, Tart's subjects had 
some pretty vivid experiences.  Bordering on the 
paranormal, in some cases."

"We don't need to take it that far," she assured him.  
"Are you game?"

"Sure."

"All right, then."  Patty lowered her voice, made direct 
eye contact with Eric, and began.  "Sleep for me now, 
Eric."

Eric felt a pleasant fading sensation as he let his eyes 
close and his body relax.  His mind floated down the 
stream of Patty's voice, deeper and deeper, willing to go 
wherever she might take him.  Patty watched him sink into 
the chair and gave herself a moment to enjoy the sensation 
of power.  This time it was tinged with an extra thrill, 
knowing he would be doing the same to her.  She took him 
as deep as she could.  "And now, Eric," she said, "I'm 
going to count to three.  When I reach three, I want you 
to open your eyes and lift your head.  I don't want you to 
wake up, only to open your eyes and lift your head.  You 
will then hypnotize me and take me as deep as you can.  
When you have me at 100 on my trance thermometer, I want 
you to have me open my eyes and look into yours; we will 
both look into each other's eyes then and go even deeper 
still, until we are ready to wake up together.  One ... 
two ... three."

A shiver of anticipation walked down her spine as Eric 
opened his eyes and looked at her.  His arm came up and 
reached toward her; Patty took his hand in hers, met his 
gaze, and heard a snap.  

She felt herself falling into a comfortable, familiar 
blackness.  Eric was with her, his voice guiding her 
deeper into trance.  She pictured herself with Eric, 
riding downward in an old-fashioned elevator, watching the 
floors roll past as they went deeper together.  A 
thermometer materialized in the air in front of Patty and 
she watched as the red stripe climbed its glassy surface 
past 80, past 90, to the very top markings.

"One hundred," she heard herself say.  

"Good," Eric's voice replied, sounding distant and sleepy.  
"Now, on the count of three, I want you to open your eyes 
and look at me.  I don't want you to wake up; I just want 
you to open your eyes and look at me.  Our eyes will meet, 
and when they do we will both sink even deeper into 
hypnosis than we are now.  One ... two ... three."

Patty's eyes opened.  Her head lifted, as if in slow 
motion, and turned slightly as it sought Eric.  Their eyes 
met and locked together and the rest of the world 
disappeared as each focused all attention exclusively on 
the other's eyes.   Patty felt an odd quivering, almost 
like a mild electric shock, followed by the sensation of 
sinking.  "Yes," she heard herself saying, "that's it.  
Deeper and deeper we go."

"Deeper and deeper," Eric echoed.  "Our minds joining 
together ..."

"Blending ..."

"Becoming one ..."

"Going deeper ..."

"And deeper ..."

"And deeper ..."

"Finding that special place ..."

"Where we can explore together ..."

"Our dream place ..."

A dark gray shadow passed over them.  They blinked, and as 
their eyes opened again a flood of brilliant, shimmering 
color poured into them.  It was too much to take in right 
away, like walking out into the daylight from a darkened 
movie theatre.  They blinked again, looked around, and 
became aware of their surroundings.

It looked like a train car -- their train car, the 
business class car.  Patty and Eric sat across from each 
other, the small conference table between them, just as 
they had at their first encounter.  The car was moving 
smoothly, so smoothly it felt as if they were flying 
rather than riding on tracks.  Everything in the car 
seemed cleaner and brighter than the real thing.

Their eyes met again, and they shared a contented smile.  
Yes, Eric thought, this is our place.  It all started 
here.  

Patty reached across the table and took his hand.  He 
squeezed hers and they leaned over the table for a kiss.  
Their lips met and a soothing, warm sensation spread 
through them both.   They stood up, pulling each other 
closer, arms embracing one another atop the table, until 
they cold tolerate the interference no longer.

They slid out into the aisle and embraced again, sharing 
another long, hungry kiss.  Eric felt the hunger growing 
inside him and he pulled Patty closer, the energy in her 
kisses telling him that she felt the same.  They broke off 
and looked around:  their fellow passengers seemed 
completely oblivious to their public display.  Eric looked 
at the conference table, and considered picking Patty up 
and laying her down on it so he could pull off her skirt 
and taste her.  "Wait," Patty urged him.  "Let's try the 
caf  car."

She led him by the hand to the door at the end of the car.  
It slid open for them automatically and they stepped into 
a dark room on the other side.  As soon as the door closed 
the lights came on, and they found themselves in a 
luxurious bedroom.  A giant four-poster bed dominated the 
room, its white satin sheets gleaming invitingly.  The 
carpet was thick and soft, the furniture exquisitely 
carved and finished.  Only the sight of trees and utility 
poles rushing past the windows conveyed the idea that they 
were still on the train.

Still holding Eric's hand, Patty pulled him gently over to 
the side of the bed.  Their eyes met again, and the 
electricity flowed between them.  "I'm ready," she said, 
removing the top to her suit.  "Are you?"

Eric was already pulling his shirt off.  "I've been ready 
since the day I first saw you."

They stripped each other, moving together in the timeless 
presentation of self.  She rubbed her hands across his 
bare chest; he kissed her breasts as he removed her bra.  
She closed a loving hand on his already-hard shaft as the 
other worked his pants down to the floor; as he removed 
her panties he buried his face in her mound and inhaled 
deeply, filling himself with her scent.  He placed his 
hands on her hips and guided her to the bed, gently 
pushing her down on it with her legs hanging off the side.  
The satin sheets felt cool and decadently smooth against 
her skin.  Eric lovingly pushed her legs apart and began 
kissing his way up her thighs, one side at a time.

Patty gasped sharply when she felt the first kisses at her 
knees.  His lips as they brushed her skin acted like 
pebbles in a still pond, sending ripples of warmth and 
arousal throughout her body with each touch.  She came so 
quickly that it took her by surprise, an intense flash of 
light, joy, and energy exploding from her center, sending 
shockwaves through her mind and soul.  Relishing Patty's 
taste on his lips and tongue, Eric didn't pause or even 
slow down -- no sooner had Patty recovered her wits than a 
second climax scrambled them again, sending her reeling.  
Somewhere in the very back of her head, an impassioned 
voice pleaded:  Whatever you do, Patty, don't wake up now.

"Inside me, Eric," she panted, her mind barely processing 
after the second orgasm.  "I want you inside me right 
now."

Eric stopped long enough to climb the rest of the way up 
the bed.  He kissed her mound, her stomach, her ribs, her 
breasts.  She grabbed him under the arms and twisted, 
pulling him up and then dropping him down onto the bed 
beside her.  She climbed up on top of him immediately, 
returning his kisses with some of her own as she teased 
him with her body, rubbing up and down against him like a 
stretching cat.  His rigid shaft teased against her, 
brushing against her outer lips, bringing her that much 
closer.  Soon she rose up, reached behind and guided him 
inside her.

He filled her nicely, his tip pressing against her cervix 
while his shaft rubbed the magic button on her upper wall.  
Patty felt the electricity building again.  She took his 
arms and pulled him upward to a sitting position.  

Their faces barely an inch apart, Patty and Eric looked 
into each others' eyes one more time and felt the strength 
of their bond growing.  Their arms pulled one another 
closer, until their upper bodies touched everywhere 
possible:  chest, stomach, groin, even their foreheads 
made contact.  They felt the power with themselves 
joining, becoming one mass of warmth and desire and need.  
And still their eyes remained locked together.

"We are one," Eric said.

"One," Patty agreed.  "Joined in spirit."

"Giving completely."

"Coming together."

"One ..."

"Two ..."

"Three!"

There was a blinding flash of light as the power exploded 
around them, bathing them in the heat of their own 
emotions.  Eric felt his orgasm rushing through him, an 
enormous flow of energy running through his entire body, 
flowing outward and into Patty.  At the same time, Patty 
felt the rush of energy flowing into Eric from herself.  
We're exchanging souls, she thought deliriously, and felt 
Eric agreeing with her.  Time and place became meaningless 
as their senses overloaded and their minds let go.




A loud buzzing sound rudely broke the silence.  Patty 
swatted blindly, her eyes closed and not wanting to open, 
trying to make the intruder go away.  A firm, gentle hand 
caught hers and kissed it, and the sound stopped.  

Patty slowly opened her eyes and peered at the fuzzy 
figure standing over her.   "Morning," Eric said gently.

Her senses slowly came back online, and Patty became aware 
of the environment.  She was lying on the bed in her hotel 
room, nude.  She felt relaxed, well-exercised, and 
completely satiated.  "Wow," she thought out loud.  "No 
wonder it felt so real."

"It was real," Eric concurred, "parts of it, at least.  
Other parts I'm not so sure about.  I remember being on 
the train with you, kissing, getting up, heading for the 
caf  car."

"And the caf  car turned into a luxurious bedroom," she 
finished for him.  "And we made love on a four-poster bed 
with satin sheets, and counted ourselves up to the 
climax."

"We really did connect," Eric concluded.  "A shared 
fantasy setting, acting as a backdrop to real physical 
activity.  I could do a whole other book on this."

"We'll need to do more research," Patty said with a sexy 
wink.  "Lots and lots of research."

"True."  He glanced at the clock on the bedside table.  
"It's 6:52.  How much time do we have?"


"Plenty," she answered with a contented sigh.  "I don't 
have to be at the client's until nine."  She yawned and 
stretched lazily, presenting her body again for his -- for 
their -- pleasure.

"Plenty of time for that," Eric countered, his cock 
already rising in anticipation.  "But we have a lot to 
talk about besides."

"I guess we do," she agreed.  "Distance relationships are 
tough."

"Is that where we are now?"  he questioned, his hopes 
rising up in his chest.  "In a relationship?"

"We can be," she answered, looking deeply into his eyes.  
"If you want it."

His eyes took in the picture as Patty lay there, naked, 
watching him, waiting for his response.  He felt a 
familiar turmoil within himself, the one he'd been living 
with since meeting Patty on the train:  desire sparring 
with hesitation.  The final round of the duel was intense, 
but short.

"I want it," he said quietly, and joined her on the bed.



-wg
9/9/01


Many thanks to Lucky and Lynda for their input on this 
final chapter.



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