"The last thing I remember before my fantasy was a holographic helmet coming down over my head and soft music playing. When I opened my eyes, I was somewhere else-with the man of my dreams. And it didn't take long for us to get it on. It looks like, feels like, real life-great sex without the guilt or fear of disease. I can't wait to go back."
Fascinated, Rosemary thought, This is it! An hour a week with her dream lover. Then she could feel energized, sexual, and fully alive, with no strings attached and no risk involved-just pure, unadulterated pleasure and nurturing. Her heart thumped wildly at all the possibilities.
At twelve-thirty p.m., she picked up the phone, her hands clammy and fingers shaking as she dialed the number for Virtual Fantasy, Inc she had found in the phone directory. "Yes, I'm Rosemary Holt. I…I'd like to make an appointment for a virtual fantasy."
The pleasant, professional voice at the other end of the line said, "Yes, Ms. Holt. We'll need for you to come in for a consultation and format your scenario set-up. Then we'll make an appointment for your virtual fantasy. How about tomorrow at noon?"
"Great," said Rosemary, thrilled she could go during her lunch hour. "I'll be there."
Rosemary could think of nothing else the rest of the afternoon. A secret thrill snaked up her spine-an excitement deep in her core that she had almost lost touch with. The feeling of burnout and fatigue, the endless road of routine and loneliness in her life was about to come to an end. Thanks to Virtual Fantasy, Inc…