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blush creep across her face, an unstoppable attack on her composure. Hesitating for only a moment, she asked, “Like…cybersex?”
    Laurel laughed long and hard at the tentative question. “No, we just talk about what we enjoy, who we want, what we’d like to try. What we’ve fantasized about.”
    Dana felt incredibly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken. Still, she couldn’t resist one last question.
    “Have you ever had cybersex before?”
    “Oh, sure,” Laurel said, waving a dismissive hand. “On occasion. Usually when I’m feeling pretty desperate and masturbation alone just isn’t going to cut it for me. It’s okay, but not nearly as fun as the real thing. You know?” Almost as an afterthought, she said, “Have you tried it?”
    Though there was no real reason for her to blush after Laurel’s revelation, Dana’s face was on fire. “Yeah. Once or twice.”
    “I had cybersex with a man once,” Laurel said. “Just to see what it would be like. I’ll tell you what, if men are half as bad in bed as this guy was with the keyboard, I’m confident that I’m not missing a damn thing.”
    Dana shrugged. “Probably not.” She’d had one-time encounters with both men and women online. The men tended to bore her to death with their crude phrasing and rampant misspellings. Not to mention all the penis talk.
    “So are they as bad in bed as they are online?” Laurel asked.
    Dana thought about Jason Lewis, her first and only boyfriend.
    “Sometimes.”
    “You don’t like talking about sex, do you?” Laurel’s friendly gaze seemed full of regret, and perhaps a little pity.
    Dana looked down at her lap, desperate for a way to send their conversation in a different direction and coming up totally blank. After a period of awkward silence, she asked, “Do you think we could change the subject?”
    “Sure.” Laurel stretched one long leg out, scooting away from the wall to poke at one of Dana’s feet with the tip of her shoe. “Whatever’s going to make you happy, birthday girl. So what do you want to talk about instead?”
    Inevitably, Dana’s mind refused to budge from thoughts of sex—ideally with Laurel. She imagined latching her lips onto one of the fat nipples she had seen earlier, sucking hard at the rosy pink flesh. Jesus, get a grip. She cleared her throat.
    “What book were you going to read tonight?” She winced at the way her voice squeaked at the non sequitur. In the bathtub. Naked.
    Laurel hid a toothy grin behind her hand. “Not a very good attempt at changing the topic, I’m afraid. It was a collection of lesbian erotica.”
    My God, she’s sex obsessed. Dana shook her head. “So, I’m trapped in an elevator with a lesbian nymphomaniac.”
    “I can think of worse things to have happen on a Friday night,” Laurel retorted. “And I wouldn’t consider myself a nymphomaniac. Just in possession of a very healthy—though underutilized, not that it’s any of your business—sex drive.”
    “Well, as long as you keep that healthy sex drive on your side of the elevator, we’ll be fine.” Dana regretted the words as soon as she saw the quiet hurt in Laurel’s eyes. Yes, Laurel, the moment you think I might be okay, I’ll make damn sure you know I’m a jerk.
    “Don’t flatter yourself,” Laurel muttered.
    Shit, Dana thought. She’d only wanted to steer the conversation away from sex, not alienate her only company for the long night.
    Struggling to push past her own verbal gaffe, she quickly plucked another topic out of her memories of their chat so far. “So you’re in school?”
    “Yes, at Michigan State.”
    “What are you studying?”
    “Veterinary medicine. I’m graduating in six months.”
    That one stopped Dana cold. As much as she almost couldn’t believe it, she was deeply impressed. And she felt very silly recalling her derogatory remarks to Laurel about not understanding what it felt like to be successful. “Wow. Uh, your cat Isis must