Anna fumbled with her keys at the door, her heart racing at the thought of getting into her apartment. Finally, she maneuvered the task of unlocking her door and immediately she pressed the button to her computer. The humming tone emitting from the screen felt like foreplay to her. As her computer warmed itself, she left a trail of clothes behind and slipped into her robe. She loved the satin on her skin. It made her feel adventurous, sexy, uninhibited. Anna glided to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of Merlot, and unplugged her phone; she did not want to be disturbed tonight. Tonight she had the house all to herself. No husband, no children, just her and her computer with a thin layer of satin between them.