Fia, of course.

Up until now, you've mostly have these kinds of erotic dreams about Daphne. In your heart, you knew that if she wanted to get together, you'd agree in a heartbeat. But this one is different somehow.

You walk into your house, and you hear a voice calling for you. "Max, I've made dinner!"

What surprises you most is who you see when you walk into the kitchen. It's Fia. As she places the plates down, you notice a wedding ring on her finger. You didn't even know you wanted to get married, but looking at Fia as your fantasy wife, you're not too turned off by the idea.

You don't say anything as you eat in silence with your "wife". You're not sure what to say, and anything you might say would lead you down an introspective road you're not comfortable with yet. After you help her clean up, she whispers in your ear. "Babe, want to take it back to our bedroom?"

"Anything for you, Fia." With strength you didn't know you had, you lift her up and carry her to your room.

"Max...." She moans. At least, that's what you think. When you hear it a second time, you're concerned, and when you hear it a third time, you're **** to wake up. You're face to face with Fia.

"Uhh...."

If you talked in your sleep, you can't tell from her reaction. "Sorry to disturb you, I just felt we had to talk about what happened early today."

"I thought you said we were never talking about that."

"I did, but that was just a kneejerk reaction. Look, I've thought about what you said about us just being friends. And I understand, but I still think we shouldn't be so touchy-feely around my girlfriend. I know back in college, you were jealous of other guys who talked to Daphne."

You can't argue with that, and you really don't want to, so you smile and nod. "Agreed. It'll be our little secret." And you follow that up by kissing her on the cheek. "See ya, Fia."

"Wait!" Before you can respond, she continues. "After you're done with work, can you help me with something for my job?"

You smile. Fia works in the IT department, but you can't remember if she's ever asked you for help with this stuff before. It must be something important. "Sure, I'll be there!"

"I'll be counting on it!" Fia leaves, your brief daydream having shown her in a whole new light for you.

"Fia will be the first girl I get 100 percent on. I know it."