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Alyssa lay there silently beneath the darkness of the night, wrapped in the black comforter wadded around her exhausted body, as he slowly crept from the bed. She heard his voice mumbling softly as he left the bedroom, but her mind was consumed with the images of the evening's events. Never in wildest dreams had she ever imagine herself meeting a man she would have been so willing to share her deepest and darkest fantasies with, let alone openly discuss them with him.

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Alyssa leaned against the counter and took a small sip of the deep red wine in her glass, savouring the flavour on her tongue before swallowing with a tiny sigh of appreciation. It was a Saturday night; the hectic pace of the past work week was well behind her, and the next one was far enough away still that she wasn't bothered by it quite yet, so she was deeply in relax-mode. At the moment she was listening absently as her husband, Ben, recounted a humorous story for their dinner guests, her best friend Nick and his wife Jane.

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