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screen, pressing his big palm, fingers outspread, up for her to match with his. "Nora," he begged her, "please!"
This is not real, one side of her brain said. You are not having a conversation with a man in the TV. Well, if it isn't real, then why don't you put your hand on his and prove it? the other side of her brain taunted her. What if she actually put her hand up and was zapped into that dream apartment with this dream man, and he turned out to be a monster? She laughed bitterly. Would he be any worse than the man to whom she was married? Who was about to leave her for another woman? This was a dream. It was! So she was going to put her hand on his, and maybe she would be in that apartment, and then what?
Go ahead, the little voice in her head pressed her. Why are you always so afraid to try something new? Whatever you do with Kyle, at least it's only in your imagination. Not like your cheating husband, who is probably banging his girlfriend right now without a thought for you, or the children you share.
She put her spoon aside, and arose from her recliner. Kneeling before the television, she matched her hand to his. One hundred and twenty pounds and a pair of perky boobs, here I come! And Nora smiled to herself as she thought it. Still it wasn't going to happen, and she knew it. But what the hell! It was only a wild dream. A wonderful wild dream. And then her head began to spin.

Chapter Two

    She actually felt a popping sensation within her body. Her head began to clear, and there was the distinct feeling of arms about her. Strong arms, and a very hard body. Nervously Nora opened her eyes and looked up into a pair of leaf green eyes laughing down at her. "Kyle?" she whispered. God! He was even better looking close-up. She closed her eyes again. This was not happening.
"Yes, Nora, darling, it's me," the rough-edged deep voice assured her, and she felt the kiss he pressed to the top of her head.
Nora's eyes flew open again. It was happening. It really was happening!
"I'm glad you finally got up enough courage to come over, Red Rover," he teased gently. Then taking her hand, he drew her over to a mirror, understanding exactly what her next thoughts were going to be.
Nora gasped softly. She stared hard at her image in the polished glass. She looked about thirty! Her hair was bright again, a long and luxurious mop of red gold curls that tumbled with reckless abandon over her shoulders. There wasn't a dimple of cellulite to be seen on her milky thighs or rounded knees. And she was wearing the most deliciously scanty garment, what little there was of it.
"Oh, my," Nora breathed, admiring herself in the very short black silk robe that was covering what appeared to be a voluptuously ripe and lush body.
Fascinated, she watched as standing behind her, he reached out to pull the sash of the garment open. Sliding his big hands around her torso, he displayed two perfectly firm breasts to her view. "These are very nice," he admired, fondling her gently. "Very, very nice, Nora." His hands were warm. His touch was wonderfully sensual.
"Ummm," Nora murmured. She closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure his hands were giving her. She could feel the moisture already forming between her nether lips. She pressed herself back against the hard body, grinding her buttocks slowly into his groin. All her fears were gone. This man, or whatever he was, had no intention of harming her. She sensed it. He wanted only to please her. This was a fantasy, and she was in charge. Suddenly all her inhibitions drained away. Nora Buckley was entitled to something of her own even if it was only in her imagination.
According to Kyle she could demand all those tantalizing things she had always wanted to try. Things Jeff wouldn't even consider doing with her because he thought that wives should just lie still and get fucked by their husbands. He was probably doing those things with his girlfriend, the bastard! He always said if she obtained no pleasure in their