White, blonde, short hair, B-cups, green eyes, "Fawne"

"Come in, please," you say to Doe as you lead her into the house. Then you call up the stairs, "Fawne! Could you come downstairs, I have something for you?"

"Be right down!" she replies.

"Is this your wife?" Doe asks as she looks at a picture of the two of you. "She is very beautiful. Do you think she will like me?"

"I certainly hope so," you reply with a grin.

Fawne comes down the stairs, wearing a black T-shirt and tight jeans that show off her nice, youthful figure. "Where have you been all day, John?" she asks. "I tried to call you at work - who the hell is this??"

Your wife does an honest double-take when she sees Doe standing in your living room. Doe simply smiles demurely, and runs her tongue briefly over her lips as she looks your wife up and down.

"This is Doe," you say, beginning to feel a little uncertain about the whole thing. "She's from that new company that just moved into town, you know, FantasyWomen."

Fawne's jaw drops. "You mean she's..."

"She's ours," you say. "It seemed like an ideal way to accomplish that little fantasy we've talked about. What do you think?"