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because you need it badly. Then after that, we'll do it slowly. I'll make you scream with your orgasm. Jeff never made you scream, but I can."
"No," she said, "Jeff never made me scream. All he wanted to do was to satisfy himself. Still it was better than nothing, which is what I've been getting for the last few years," she finished tightly.
"Pity the other woman, Nora darling," he said. "Once the novelty wears off he'll start treating her the way he's treated you. She's going to be stuck. In ten years Jeff will be ready for Social Security, but you'll have me, and anyone else you want, for as long as you want," Kyle told her. "Would you like to have a threesome with another guy? Of course you would, Nora. And you can whenever you want to, Red Rover."
"Would you be jealous if another man screwed me?" she asked him.
"If all I could do was just sit and watch, yeah, damned straight, I would be!" Kyle said. "But it's your fantasy, Nora. You can do whatever you want to do with me. You might say I'm your slave." The quick smile flashed again.
Nora drew a long, slow, deep breath to clear her head. She was almost dizzy with the possibilities he offered. This was certainly the wildest dream she had ever had. While she was a little afraid of it, it was also very exciting. None of it was really happening of course. It just couldn't be. Yet, what if it was real? No, she thought. It wasn't real. Things like this just didn't exist. But the thought of Mr. Gorgeous as her personal slave, her boy toy, made her giggle. "Do you know Carla?" she asked him, suddenly curious.
He shook his head. "Only that she's your best friend. I'm your fantasy, Nora. Carla has her own fantasy. Every woman is different. Every woman has her own secret and private world. Some fantasies are sexual in nature, as yours. Some noble, or just plain fun. Some people, I am told, enjoy reliving a happier time in their lives."
She grew quiet now as he stood silent in his white towel looking longingly at her. How old was he? He was one of those ageless men with no hint as to his years. And who was he really? Some actor probably. But how would an actor know her name, and all her secrets? Especially from the other side of a television screen. What the hell was going on? How was any of this possible if she wasn't dreaming?
Nora pinched herself, starting as she felt the painful pressure of her fingers on her flesh. That was most definitely real. "Omigod!" she whispered again. It was very real, and very Faustian to boot. She looked directly at Kyle. "If," she said, "and it's a pretty big if, I came over to your side of things, what's the price I'd have to pay for it? Who controls The Channel, and what do they want in exchange for my buying into it?"
"Your soul," he said, and when she gasped he laughed aloud. "Just kidding. You'll get charged three ninety-five on your cable bill for a movie every time you visit The Channel, or you can add it to your program package for twelve dollars a month. That's all there is to it. Nothing sinister at all."
"Suburban Cable just thought it would be fun for its bored, discontented, overweight housewives to have a little interactive amusement, huh?" Nora said caustically.
He shrugged. "I don't know. Nora, my darling, why can't you just accept what's happening? The apartment. Me. We've been created out of your deepest imagination. Why are you unhappy with us?"
"I don't understand it," Nora admitted to him.
"Do you have to understand everything?" he asked. "Look, Nora, your friends turned you on to The Channel because they thought it was time, and they felt you needed it. Right now your reality sucks, and you need your fantasies if you're going to survive what's coming. Isn't that so? Damn, Nora, I want to reach out, take you in my arms, and comfort you. This isn't bad. It's good. Put your hand on mine, darling, and come over, Red Rover. I'll make the sadness go away, I promise you. I will." He stood directly before her, filling the television