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see what I have in my hand here.”
    She looked. “It’s my cell phone.”
    “Do you see what’s over there?”
    She frowned.
    “It’s a volcano. Do you see it, Nicky? The volcano right there?”
    There it was! Right in the middle of the stage. Amazing! “Yes, of course I do.”
    “I want you to take your cell phone now and drop it into the volcano. Can you do that?”
    A shiver of fear slid down her spine. There was a reason she shouldn’t do that. Something important, but if she thought about it, then she’d have to leave this wonderful place. She’d have to leave him. And that was the last thing she wanted to do.
    “Remember, Nicky, nothing bad can happen to you in this place. I’m with you here. You can let go of your phone and still be safe and happy.”
    Of course she could. She was with her island god. With a grin, she took her cell phone from him and danced over to the volcano. It felt great, so absolutely wonderful to do this. Then, easy as opening her hand, she let her cell phone go. It dropped away. Poof! Into the volcano, never to be seen again!
    “How do you feel, Nicky?”
    “Alive. So wonderfully alive!” Then she twirled around in a circle with her arms spread wide. She could breathe, she could dance, she could even sing! All because of him. “I want to stay here forever!”
    He laughed, and she laughed with him. “I want to thank you for your help, Nicky. But it’s time for you to go back to your seat now.”
    She frowned, but then she relaxed again. She couldstill see him from her seat. She could even hear his voice from there. “Okay,” she quipped as she started toward her chair.
    “Whoa!” he cried as he grabbed her wrist. His hand was large and warm, just as she knew it would be. And without even closing her eyes she knew what it would feel like to have his hands on her body. He would be tender, his touch gentle, but his kisses would be filled with an intensity that stole her breath away. She felt her body tighten in hunger and she turned toward him. She wanted that kiss, wanted that caress. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
    “Before you go back,” he was saying as he held her hand, “I’m going to count to three. When I reach three, you’re going to come back into yourself and remember everything you’ve done here with a happy glow.”
    She laughed, really laughed, because what he said was so ridiculous. She was herself here. She had never been more herself than right now in this safe place that he had created.
    “Are you ready, Nicky? After I count to three, you’ll be yourself and go back to your seat with a happy smile.”
    She nodded, but she didn’t speak because she had a secret. She wasn’t going to listen to him count. She was going to do exactly as he said, except for one thing. When he reached three, she wasn’t going to leave this perfect place. She was safe here. If anything, by the time he reached three she was going to go deeper, submerge herself more completely, and become as wholly, perfectly herself as she could ever be!
    “One,” he began to count. “Two.”
    “Three!” she cried in concert with him, throwing up her arms in glee.
    She saw his face flash with concern. Did he know? Did he guess that she was still in the wonderful place he had created?
    “So, how do you feel, Nicky?” he asked.
    She smiled. “I think I’ll go sit down now.” That was, after all, what he had said. After he counted to three, she would go back to her seat.
    “Wonderful,” he said. “No hard feelings?”
    She shook her head. “No hard feelings at all.” There was no room for anything that awful here.
    “Great!” he said to the audience at large. Then he waggled his eyebrows. “And if you want to continue this later, just come by my house tonight. I’m listed in the phone book under Magic Man!”
    The music hit her then with a crash of cymbals. The audience applauded and the lights flashed as Nicky made her way to her seat.