Lighting streaked across the sky like silent wraiths chased by roaring thunder. The wind howled through the trees like— “Get a hold of yourself, Gwendolyn!” Gwen Carter giggled at her melodramatic musings as she flipped the windshield wipers on, her hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel. A brilliant streak of lightning pointed the way to her destination, Dunbarton Castle. ‘Room four,’ the note said. She parked her car in front of the restored highland fortress and re-read the note. I saw you on the street today and knew I had to have you. Dunbarton Castle, room four, midnight. I’m waiting for you. The computer-printed note was unsigned, but she knew it was from her husband, Jake. Their vacation in Scotland was a mutual fantasy come true. And just last night they talked about making other fantasies come true…. “Tell me your fantasy, Gwen.” Jake breathed the words on his wife’s bare skin and pulled her closer. His lips touched her shoulder and she sighed. “Tell me yours,”
