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Wet Dreams and Fantasies
    INTERMISSION

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    Dedication

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To Michele, editor par excellence
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    Chapter One

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Rain had been scarce for so long that the entire state was
    approaching drought conditions. Lisa Graham, looking at a
    perfect cerulean sky through her office window, sympathised
    with the people who were nurturing lawns or raising cattle.
    They certainly needed the rain. But not as desperately as she
    did. Six weeks without a drop of moisture and she was so
    horny she could get herself off just by rubbing her cunt back
    and forth on the seat of her office chair.
    It was the damn bar. Or pub. Or whatever a place like
    Interlude called itself. She'd taken refuge there during a
    stormy night when her car was in the shop and cabs were
    scarce. All she'd been looking for was a drink or two to take
    the edge off her nerves after a piss-poor day. Instead, she'd
    found the sexiest stranger who was pure sin walking and
    found herself having sex in public.
    Something had happened to her that night, almost as if a
    stranger had entered her body. A powerful lust that
    apparently had been buried deep inside her all these years
    had burst forth like a raging beast, consuming her, until now
    it seemed it occupied her every waking moment. And many of
    her dreams, as well.
    Even now as she thought about it, a flush consumed her
    body and she had to fan her face. Oh, the very naughty
    things they'd done, she and sexy Mark. She thought of the
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    waiter who'd once joined them, and another wave of heat
    rolled over her. Then, on the only subsequent visit to
    Interlude, Mark and Damon, the owner, had taken her into
    the very private back room where she'd indulged in erotic
    fantasies she hadn't even known lived at the back of her
    mind.
    But damn! The fucking place only showed up when it
    rained. And how weird was that?
    The day after her first visit, she'd gone back there to
    retrieve her umbrella, only to find herself in a noisy bar called
    Danny's Pub. Nothing like the place she'd been in the night
    before. Interlude was a dimly lit place with curtained booths,
    barely audible music and people enjoying each other in
    various sexual activities without any apparent inhibitions—the
    same thing she'd done, mesmerised by Mark, his voice and
    his touch. Stranger still, when she'd asked the people in
    Danny's Pub about Interlude, no one seemed to know what
    the hell she was talking about, nor could she find her
    umbrella.
    But the umbrella now stood in a corner of her office,
    delivered with a note that said, "See you when it rains again."
    And that had led to the night in the private room. But damn
    it, since then, not a drop of rain, no matter how many coins
    she tossed in the fountain in the lobby of her building. And no
    sign of Mark.
    She looked at her watch. Four o'clock. She had work that
    needed her attention, but it was impossible to concentrate.
    Not when she needed an orgasm so badly. Maybe she'd pop
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    down to Danny's Pub and see if, by any odd chance, Interlude
    might have shown up again, despite the dry spell.
    "Cutting out early?" her secretary asked, looking up from
    her desk.
    Lisa hefted the briefcase in her hand, justifying her early
    departure. "Going to work from home."
    Liar!
    "Oh. Well, shall I hold your calls or forward them to you?"
    "Hold them," Lisa told her. "One reason I'm leaving is to
    get away from the phones."
    Liar, liar, pants on fire !
    "Okay, then. See you tomorrow."
    Lisa tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the
    elevator then drummed her fingers on her briefcase as they
    seemed to stop at nearly every floor on its way down. At last,
    they reached the lobby, and she literally pushed her way out
    of the group of passengers. Her heels clicked on the