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I could never forget that day.

I've always had fantasies about being
with another woman.

I closed the door and took me to heights
I have never experienced before.

I was hoping I could find someone who'd
be interested in a sexual relationship.

What, no whipped cream?

I would like to watch you and me
together.

I want you to teach me to be the one
that knows how to seduce any man.

I want the perfect man. Hi.

It must be awkward to talk to someone
about your fantasies, especially someone

you don't know.

My sister trusts you, and she had a
great experience here, so it's not like

you're a stranger.

No, and you can trust me.

Anything that's said here and everything
that happens here stays here. It's no

one else's business.

She said that, too, and I appreciate it.

I'm here because I'm finished with men.

Last night, for example, John came over
and wanted to go out.

John's this guy I've been seeing. I
don't really feel like it tonight.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. I just thought you might want
to spend some time together.

How about next time?

Good night, John.

I'll see you later.

Truth is I'd rather stay at home with a
good book of erotica and pleasure myself

than go out with him.

I feel like a freak preferring my own
company to John's.

He's a really nice guy, but there's
nothing inspiring about sex with him.

How long have you been seeing him?

Not long enough to be bored.

It's not him, it's me.

I'm not excited by anything right now.

That's why Susan told me to come and see
you.

Do you like games?

Yeah, I guess.

Can you trust me to know that I won't
hurt you or let anyone else hurt you?

Yes.

I'm going to eliminate your sense of
sight temporarily.

Nothing will happen against your will,
but you do have to trust me in order to

have this experience have an impact on
you.

In the absence of sight, your other
senses will increase, especially sound

and touch.

There will also be a fear of the
unknown, so your nerves will be on edge.

Don't resist, and you will find that
your excitement increases as your senses

awaken.

Bored now?

No.

Good.

I have a friend here to assist me. You
can touch him, but he won't speak to

you.

How do you feel?

Blind. That's how you are, not how you
feel.

A little scared.

Vulnerable.

What does it feel like to have Shane's
hand touch yours?

Warm, comforting, curious.

Curious about what?

What he looks like.

Find out.

Not like that.

With touch.

You have his permission.

What does he look like?

He's handsome, I think.

What is handsome?

High cheekbones.

A strong jaw.

Soft hair.

Nice ears.

The things you described in Shane, are
they the things that you like in a man?

Yes.

So, even though you have no idea what
Shane looks like, the attributes that

you describe would make him handsome.

I guess there's no such thing as
handsome.

There's just jaws and cheekbones and
hair that appeal to me.

What else appeals to you in a man?

His smile.

Sense of humor.

What does his smile look like?

I can't tell.

Why not?

Because I have to see his eyes.

But you can feel his eyes, can't you?

I don't know if there's a smile in his
eyes or if it's just on his face.

I have to see him to tell.

So it's not just physical attributes
that appeal to you, is it?

No.

There are things about a person that the
body itself can never tell you.

Is Shane attractive?

He has a nice body.

Yes, he does.

But are you attracted to Shane?

I don't know.

He has to do something for me to tell.

What would you like him to do?

Could he kiss you maybe? Would that
work?

Maybe.

Wow.

Are you attracted to Shane?

i think so really why i felt that kiss
all the way to my toes

you're easy what if shane kissed me the
same way that he just kissed you

would you still be attracted to him

I don't know.

Sounded pretty intense.

So it wasn't just a special kiss for
you.

You see, Shane just happens to be a
great kisser.

It doesn't feel as good knowing it
wasn't just for me.

Are you still attracted to Shane?

Probably sexually, but I don't think
we'd have much of a relationship.

Sorry, Shane, no offense.

You're a really great kisser.

So perhaps your complaint with men is
just a fundamental lack of trust.

Thank you.

I'm not home right now.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Thank you very much.

Hello? Hi, Belle. It's Lisa.

I've been expecting your call.

You have?

And the answer is no.

But how do you know my question?

I know the power of fantasies.

Then why are you denying me?

Fantasies are very special, and it's a
one-time affair.

I understand that.

I don't think you do.

So, is that a no?

Yes, it is definitely a no.

I had to see you.

I'm so sorry

to barge in

like this.

It's just that I feel like I'm on the
verge of a breakthrough in my sexuality.

I want to go further this time.

I want to actually participate and
complete the fantasy.

Okay. Come back tonight at 8 o'clock.

But it's the last time.

You can't keep reliving the same fantasy
or you risk the ability to be in the

moment with your imagination.

Thank you so much, Belle.

I promise you won't regret it.

No, I won't.

But if you come here unannounced again,
you will regret it.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Okay.

Now go.

I've got a lot of work to do.

Belle?

I'm here, but I won't be staying.

You're leaving?

But I thought we were doing my fantasy
tonight.

We are.

How can that happen if you're not here?

You said that you wanted to participate
this time.

Well, you're it.

If you don't participate, it won't
happen.

At least I can trust Shane.

It's not Shane.

Enjoy your fantasy.

Hello You're not talking either Nice
ears

You made my heart race I bet you do that
to all the girl

You mean you don't kiss every woman like
that

Someone could actually trust you in a
relationship

Do you want to touch me?

What are you doing here?

Loving you.

You?

Of course.

I mean, I can't believe I didn't know it
was you.

You didn't recognize me, you mean?

No.

I can't believe I don't know the scent
of your skin and the shape of your face

or how you make love to me.

Did I fulfill your fantasy?

Yes, completely.

So did you.

What?

I had a fantasy too.

Belle helped me feel it by asking me to
be here.

This is the first time I didn't feel
like there was someone or something else

in the room when we made love.

You weren't wishing you were with
someone else somewhere else.

You were only with me.

That was amazing.

Your turn.

When do you leave?

Tomorrow morning.

Why didn't you tell me?

It just came up.

Africa.

It's an opportunity I can't pass up.

How long are you going to be gone?

It's hard to say.

Do you have to go?

No, but... I want to.

Michael... I know.

So, you know, I've been thinking really
hard about which fantasy I want to

fulfill. It's not easy.

Not easy because you have so many, or
because you don't have one.

Oh, God.

I have fantasies.

Wonderful fantasies.

It's just, I've already fulfilled them
all.

I mean, to be honest with you, I don't
think there's anything missing from my

life right now.

The classic dilemma.

What to give the girl who has
everything, or in your case, done

everything?

I do feel like I have everything right
now.

I have a lovely home.

I'm happy with my work.

Fabulous friends.

But no man.

Tons of them.

Just no one serious.

Is this part of your fantasy?

Sure, why not?

Why settle for one when you can have the
whole lot?

I'd love to meet the man who put that
idea in your head.

I was a freshman in college when I met
the love of my life.

His name was David.

He came to the wrong dorm, handed me a
bouquet of flowers he was supposed to

give the girl that he was supposed to be
seeing.

We were together for the next three
weeks.

Only three weeks?

Well, he transferred to school in
France.

Did you ever see him again?

We wrote for about a year, but that
faded away.

I don't know, I got busy with college,
the parties, new friends.

He called me when he got back. He was in
New York, but...

I had a new boyfriend then, and I just
wasn't very receptive.

He never called me again.

Is this your fantasy?

I never stopped thinking about David.

He was just the most incredible, kind,
sensuous lover I've ever had.

We used to lie in bed and talk for
hours.

Just about nothing and everything.

I don't know.

Just talk, you know?

I never shared that intimacy with anyone
else again.

I guess I just want to test my own
memory to see if what we had together

was real.

Just to see if this standard that I've
been setting every other relationship to

is something that ever existed.

I tried calling him once, but the phone
number was disconnected.

Well, to be honest with you, I never
really tried that hard again. I guess I

was just scared.

So...

This is all the information I ever had
on David.

Well, this ought to be enough because I
have a client who's a private

investigator and she owes me a favor.

Oh, great.

So, believe it or not, I have a date. A
lovely stockbroker who makes me laugh.

Sounds perfect.

Money and humor.

What's the catch?

No catch.

It's just not David.

My friend Lana's going to be thrilled.

Oh, no, thank you. I think it's going to
be enough to find him.

Yeah.

Oh, and Leah, one more thing.

Um... Nah, never mind. It's okay.

Thanks for the numbers on David.

Yeah. Okay. Bye-bye.

Hello, may I please speak with David?

So, what did you find out?

What if he isn't the same?

What if the ideals you've been holding
on to for so many years are wrong?

Great, he's married.

Gay?

Neither. It's just that I need to know
the answer to those questions before I

go any further with your fantasy.

What are your expectations?

I just... I need to know who he really
is.

I mean, the picture I have in my brain
is interfering with all my other

relationships.

You know that stockbroker I went out
with the other night?

Well, he was funny and charming and
treated me like a princess.

But somewhere in the recesses of my
brain, I kept thinking, my breath

doesn't catch when I see him, and my
fingers don't tremble when he kisses me.

And I know it may be just a schoolgirl
fantasy, but...

David used to do those things.

He used to take things out of my hands
when he'd kiss me, because I would drop

whatever I was holding.

The memories of David have become the
measure to which I hold everything else.

Does that make sense to you?

My first love was a boy named Michael.

He was a photographer.

He went to Africa to photograph the
lions.

When he left, I felt like part of my
heart was being ripped away.

Did he ever come back to you?

I got one letter.

A beautiful letter.

Every time I read it, I cry.

I wrote back to him and told him how
much I loved him, but I never heard from

him again.

Oh, Belle.

So what, he turned down and got scared
of the possibility of a commitment?

I don't think so.

A few years later, I heard from an
acquaintance that there was an accident,

and I didn't want to know the truth.

All I knew was that I truly loved him,
and I've never loved anybody like that

since.

So you do know how I feel.

Good. I was beginning to think I was
insane for wanting to see David again.

You're not insane.

And if you're available tomorrow night,
you have a date.

Oh, you're so wonderful. Thank you.

You're welcome.

So be here at eight. He's looking
forward to it.

How do you know? What did he say?

Why don't you just ask him tomorrow
night?

Well, at least tell me how he sounded.

I liked him. He sounded handsome.

Insane. Sanity's good. Now go.

I'll see you tomorrow night.

You are so beautiful.

I can't believe you're actually here.

You know, I once followed a woman for
three blocks because she walked the way

you do.

She must have thought you were stuck.

I think I must be.

I've been following you around in my
mind ever since I left.

I'm sorry I didn't come to New York when
you called.

I'm sorry I didn't call you again.

Lana, it was my pleasure.

Oh, no.

No, you don't have to do anything for
me.

Okay, I'll let you take me to lunch.

Come in, I'll be right there.

Look, Lana, I've got to go. My new
client's here.

Yeah, okay, tell David I said hi. All
right, bye-bye.

Oh.

Belle?

Michael?

Your bell?

I mean, this is your place?

You're my new client?

I was coming here to find you.

You knew I was here?

No, all I knew was that this was a place
where fantasies came true.

But I didn't know that you were my bell.

Your bell?

My friend Lisa.

Told me about this place.

I was wondering if you guys would be
able to find people.

Specific people.

I was looking for you.

You were?

Why?

I never stopped dreaming about you.

How was Africa?

Lonely.

Beautiful and amazing.

Terrifying.

I photographed everything.

So I can come back and show you how
beautiful that place is.

I kept every map of all my favorite
places so we can go back there together.

But then the plane went down and I
didn't hear from you and I stopped

writing. What plane?

You didn't... I guess not.

My friend was flying me to a remote spot
where a herd of elephants was.

The engine airlocked, we went down.

It was two weeks before they found us.

Were you hurt?

Not seriously.

More scared than anything else.

I imagine I'll never see you again.

I didn't expect for you to wait for me.

But I did expect a response to my
letter.

Michael, I poured my heart out to you in
a letter that I wrote, and you never

wrote me back.

I never received a letter.

You mean to tell me that I lost the love
of my life to the Postal Service?

You broke my heart, you know that?

Not for anything in this world, but I've
hurt you, Belle.

You're the woman of my dreams.

Thank you.

I needed to hear that.

Thank you.

What were you dreaming about?

Hmm?

About me?

You said that I was always in your
dreams.

I dreamt about the last time I saw you,
the way you looked.

In the airport?

You stood so still after I walked away.

I felt your eyes on me the whole way to
the gate.

I turned to wave.

You threw me a kiss that I caught.

and put it in my pocket.

You remember that?

I took that kiss out every night I was
gone.

It helped me through... helped me
through many long nights.

I'd say it's about time for another one.

I've always had fantasies about being
with another woman.

When I was married, my husband tried
several times to talk me into a

threesome, but I was always too afraid.

Afraid of what?

Oh, maybe I'd like it too much.

Maybe I'd like the woman so much I'd
forget all about my husband.

Or maybe he'd like the woman so much
that he'd forget all about you.

That too.

He was a terrible womanizer.

Terrible. But then again, I've never met
a man who wasn't.

Send Juliet down, please.

Thank you.

You know what? I don't really think this
is such a good idea after all.

Relax, Felicia. If you're ever going to
experiment with this, this is the

perfect place to do it.

There is no perfect place. I mean, I've
had plenty of opportunities, you know.

I've had girlfriends hit on me left and
right, but...

You know how people talk.

You don't have to worry about that here.

Well, how do I know?

Would it help if I gave you my word of
honor?

None of my friends or family even know
I'm here.

Not even my sister, and I tell her
everything.

Um, Belle, can I have another glass of
wine, please?

Make it two, Belle.

Wow.

Now aren't you glad you decided to stay?

Sure.

So why the long face?

I'm sorry.

It's just, I keep thinking of something
that my ex-husband used to say to me.

Let me guess.

He always suspected you were some kind
of secret lesbian.

And now you're afraid you've proven him
right?

Haven't I?

No, not necessarily.

I mean, I've always enjoyed both sexes.

It's part of the reason that I'm here.

I wanted to decide which side of the
fence I really belonged on.

And?

I decided there are no fences.

Labels are for food, not for people.

I do get to be so smart.

I have a life outside of this place.

I'm a student majoring in psychology.

So is there a boyfriend in the picture
or a girlfriend?

Not right now.

Besides, I got all I can handle right
here.

I hope this isn't the last time I'm
going to see you, Felicia.

I have a feeling we'll be seeing quite a
lot of each other.

Good afternoon, Felicia.

It is, isn't it? Is Juliette upstairs?

She's waiting for you.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

That's Sandra Wow

I

used

to have a terrible crush on her used to

You're not going to get all jealous on
me now, are you?

Who brought you the flowers?

Sandra?

No.

Belle?

No, it was just a friend of mine.

A friend friend?

Or a friend like me?

Felicia, I don't tell other people about
you.

You don't very well expect me to talk to
you about other people, right?

Well, no.

I just thought...

I thought we had something special.

We do.

Well, obviously, if this person is
bringing you flowers, then he must feel

he has something special with you, too.

I mean, it is a man, isn't it?

Yes, it is a man.

Does that make you feel any better?

Tons.

Now, Felicia, you know our arrangement.

It's not like we're seeing each other
under ordinary circumstances.

You knew right from the start that you
were sharing me with other people.

And I can accept that. I just... I
just... I just hate the thought of

someone else pleasing you more than I
do, that's all.

How many times do I have to tell you?

There's nobody I'd rather see than you.

You're my favorite.

You're the best thing that's ever walked
through that door.

Now, Christian, I've told you a hundred
times, you can't come by here

unannounced. You must have an
appointment first.

I just got back in town.

And they don't have phones out of town?

Just let me see her for a few minutes. I
just want to say hello, that's all.

I'm sorry, Christian, but it's
impossible. She has another appointment

right now.

Is there anybody here who doesn't have
an appointment?

She doesn't even work here.

Oh, sorry.

What about Sandra? Is she busy?

I think Sandra's available.

All right.

Sandra it is.

Okay.

I'm sorry about that.

Oh, that's okay.

Christian is a very nice man. He's just
going through a really rough time right

now. You mean he's in love, don't you?

Well, I don't know about that.

Oh, I do.

Would you like me to take those upstairs
to Juliet?

How did you know they were for Juliet?

Well, intuition.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey. Oh, Felicia.

You didn't have to do that.

Oh, well, they're not for me.

The person who delivered them is in the
next room.

What are you talking about?

It seems that you were unavailable, so
he had to settle for someone else.

Or maybe you'd like to see for yourself.

Come on.

Ciao.

He's the one isn't

Jealous? No.

Liar.

Felicia, I don't own the guy. He's
allowed to do whatever he wants.

Yeah, but he really turns you on,
doesn't he? Yes, okay?

Is that what you want to hear?

He turns me on a lot.

More than me?

Not this again.

Felicia, please get this through your
head.

I'm not your wife.

I'm not your husband either.

I'm not asking you to be.

Aren't you?

Come on, Christian.

Drink up and go home.

What home? You can't wallow in misery
forever.

Everybody gets divorced.

Hey, did I hear someone mention the word
divorce?

When Christian's around, you hear it
quite a lot. I happen to know quite a

lot on that subject.

Mine became final six weeks ago.

No kidding. Well, join the club.

Felicia, why don't you talk some sense
into him, and while you're at it, call

him a cab?

She's funny.

So what happened?

With your husband, I mean.

Very simple.

He cheated on me every chance that he
got, and then one day he just walked

out, and that was that.

Sounds familiar.

Yeah, you don't exactly strike me as a
monogamous type.

Oh, I was.

My wife was a different story, though.

She slept with everybody except the
mailman. And I'm not so certain she

didn't do him, too.

Oh, well, you're certainly making up for
lost time, aren't you?

What do you mean?

Well, you're here, aren't you? Same as
me.

Wait a minute. You don't mean you...
That's right.

I am the whole reason why you couldn't
get in to see Juliet tonight.

Well, I'll be damned.

I see her four times a week.

Frankly, she's become something of an
obsession for me.

Yeah, me too, even though I know it's a
very bad idea.

Why?

Well, don't get me wrong. Juliet is one
of the most beautiful women I've ever

known.

I don't know what I would have done
without her these past few weeks, but...

But what?

Well, I just can't help but wonder how
real it all is.

I mean, she praises me to the skies, but
maybe she's just saying that because

it's, you know, part of the job.

Believe me, I've wondered the very same
thing.

You know, I've been trying to get her to
see me outside of this place, but she

refuses to do it.

In fact, she's hinted at the idea that
there might be somebody else.

You don't suppose she could mean you, do
you?

I wish I knew.

Mind if I come in?

Not if you're going to pull a whole
jealousy routine.

Well, I think I've worked something out.

I had a long talk with Christian last
night.

You didn't. I had to.

I had to find out where I stand Juliet.

And Christian decided to help me out.

Hello, Juliet.

What is going on here?

It's pretty simple, really.

Felicia would like to watch you and me
together.

She what?

Please, Juliet, it would really help me.
I want to see the way that you look at

him. I want to see if the way you look
at him is the same way that you look at

me.

And you're okay with this?

With one catch.

I want Felicia to join us.

Oh, that was not part of the deal.

I got a few questions of my own, you
know.

A few fantasies is more like it.

Look, Felicia, you want to learn about
yourself, right?

I figure maybe the three of us could
figure something out together.

Ah.

um

So, Juliet, if you want, you can come by
our place later. We could pick up where

we left off.

No, I can't.

You have an appointment?

Well, I sure hope he knows how lucky he
is.

Who said it's a he?

You are so bad.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Take care, Juliet.

It's the last time I'm going to see
them.

Yes. I would say they both found what
they're looking for.

You know something?

I'm jealous.

That's what happens when you care.

Years ago, I would have been shocked and
surprised by her actions.

Now I know that a woman's conscious
needs and desires...

are as mysterious and infinite as her
beauty.