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glance at her friend, Jamie tried to step back and look at her partner from a purely physical perspective. "Well, if we’re gonna analyze her, I’ve got to vote for her back and shoulders. I love the way her back tapers down to that lean narrow waist. And her shoulders are so broad and strong; you know, she tossed me over her shoulder the other night like I didn’t weigh a thing. She carried me all the way back to our tent, and it must have been 300 yards. She wasn’t even breathing heavily!"
    "Oooh," Mia sighed deeply. "I love it when they pick you up and carry you. I just love to feel that power."
    "You know, I hated it when Jack would pick me up, unless he was carrying me to bed after I fell asleep. With a guy, it feels like they want to show you how strong they are, and how weak you are. With Ryan, it’s just like … play. I know she would never use her strength to overpower me."
    "How can you be so sure, Jamie? She might show you a whole different side when she gets you between the sheets."
    "Nope," Jamie replied confidently. "You don’t know how she is, Mia. I’ve never been around anyone who is so considerate of my feelings. When we first started playing around, it all kind of freaked me out. She told me that I could do anything I wanted to her, and she wouldn’t go further than I did. And I have tortured her, Mia. I mean, I’ve really tortured her."
    Jamie saw the mischievous glint in her friend’s eyes and knew that she had set herself up. The curly head tilted, and Mia said thoughtfully, "I never figured you for a dom, Honey. You’re just coming out all over the place, aren’t ‘ya."
    "I’m hardly a dom!" Jamie cried, slapping Mia sharply on her bare leg. I think I know what that is , she thought to herself, but there was no way she was going to ask for verification of her guess.
    "I don’t know, Babe," Mia muttered, rubbing the red handprint on her thigh, "you pack a wallop, and I think you enjoy it!"
    "Only with you," Jamie replied, with an overly sweet smile affixed to her face.
    "So how does Ryan react to your little torture sessions?" Mia asked, her brown eyes glinting playfully.
    Jamie paused for a moment, recalling all of the times she had pushed the obviously turned-on woman further than she should have. "She’s been the soul of restraint. She never--not once--tried to go further than I wanted to. As a matter of fact, she tried to talk me out of doing stuff a couple of times."
    "God, if I don’t want to do it two minutes after getting to L.A., Jason has a fit! Come to think of it," she mused reflectively. "I don’t think a guy has ever tried to talk me out of doing anything!"
    Jamie shook her head briskly, reflecting on how proud she was that Ryan was so gentle with her. "She never gets mad about it, Mia. As a matter of fact, she’s downright adorable about it. There’s this hungry look she gets that just about breaks my heart. I know it’s hard for her, but she controls herself because she knows that I want her to."
    "Jeez, maybe we’re both wrong about her," Mia mumbled. "Maybe she’s not really hot in bed. It could just be an act."
    "No. Trust me," Jamie said slowly. "Just the way she kisses is enough to melt you into a puddle. Plus, I’ve…seen her in action."
    "I don’t doubt it!" Mia cried. "I’m surprised she doesn’t run down the street grabbing the first woman she sees, after what you do to her!"
    "It was before we…started dating," Jamie informed her with another smack to her thigh. "I saw her practically making love to a woman in a lesbian coffeehouse. She didn’t know I was there, and I assume she didn’t think anyone was watching her, but I got so turned on...whew! She’s not all talk, Mia. Trust me."
    "God, that sounds hot!" Mia squealed. "What else 'ya got?"
    Mia was getting so much pleasure out of this interchange that Jamie didn’t have the heart to tell her these topics were too private. Besides, if she was really honest with herself, she got a good deal of