"You took the part that you wanted, dumped the non-consensual crap aspect of it and made it your fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. It was neat seeing what goes on in that head of yours. Shane added it to the list, by the way."

Shamira actually laughed. "He would."

"It must've been strange having your deepest fantasies satisfied like that. And what was that at the end?"

Shamira covered her face. She hadn't figured out what that had meant yet. "You mean when it turned into . . . you know --"

"Clara?"

"Yeah, that. Renata, I don't know what to do with that."

"Maybe you should talk it over...