Lisa glared at her. "No. We were just friends."I couldn't tell what was going on behind those green eyes that were considering Lisa."Okay. So, you wer...e going dancing with Mister Stansbury and then what? To his place or back home?" Hawk pressed."Back home. I figured we would dance and then be there by midnight or one." Lisa responded.Hawk looked at me. "Was Ted going to be spending the night?"Lisa stiffened. "What the hell business is that of yours!" she almost shouted. "I'm over twenty-one and. Thetruth is I wanted to make my fantasies come to life, and now my deepest,hormone filled dreams were all to real. Sam logged on tothe alt.com site and checked his email, another message from the Dom to put himthrough his paces Sam hoped. The message left instructions on a hotel to meet,and how the meeting was looked forward to. This would be the first meeting, andthough they had exchanged numerous emails, thoughts, fantasies and even somepictures, this was going to be one percent real. Sam was. She remembered the man in the club. Not much taller than her, the perfect blend of muscular bulk and slender style, face handsome if somewhat unremarkable, but a dazzling smile just for her. She remembered his eyes capturing hers, his charm, and the way she tingled all over and felt a burning need to have him inside her. She remembered giggling with him as she arranged to leave her friends and sneak out without telling them about him. She remembered a car ride to his place… ‘Tell me what you. He wasn't sure about anything anymore. A couple, who was obviously inebriated, walked out the bar, arm in arm to steady each other, and stopped for a brief moment for a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss they laughed and smiled at each other before continuing on their way. Chris tried hard to think about when the last time he kissed his wife, let alone passionately. He couldn't remember. He couldn't even remember the last time his wife had kissed him, passionately or otherwise. Had she.