As she watched Tommy's delectable form leave the room, Sabrina briefly wondered what would he be like in bed? Her mind had discarded the thought before it barely had a chance to form. Curiosity was one thing, acting on it, however, was something else. Sabrina considered herself a sexual creature, yet the fact that she wasn't attracted to Tommy Hardy in 'that way' didn't faze her as much as she thought it would. The reason? For her, it went back to chemistry. That elusive factor that caused people to not just click but to combust. She had it with Jerry; volatile though it was. She also had it with Andresj'.

      Oh, how she missed him! His intensity, his passion, his devilish streak. His intelligence. His arrogance! She laughed softly as she recalled a few of the hillarious (and sensual) experiences she'd been on the receiving end of when Andresj' was at his most Cassadine. But most of all, she realized sadly, she missed his friendship. They'd parted just as they had begun, as friends. But that seemed a lifetime ago. Although obligations to work and family kept them on opposite sides of the world as well as schedules, she could honestly say she looked forward to the day when their paths crossed again.

      Friendships were not easily formed by or even with Sabrina. She often joked to Andresj' she made a much better lover than a friend. A statement she came to regret as it seemed to steel the mesmerizing young man's resolve to satisfy her every bit as much emotionally as he did physically. Of the few friendships she had, and there were not many, she treasured his as if the rarest, most precious jewel ever found.

      As she prepared to leave the resturant, Sabrina took a look around the room. There were a few singles present, but for the most part couples dominated the establishment. Some she could tell were 'together'; others looked no different than she and Tommy had, perhaps out on business or even just as friends.

      She took note of the appreciative stares she received as she crossed the room. Yes, she presented quite a stunning picture. This she knew. But she was also keenly aware many of those stares fixed upon her (especially those from women), were of a curious, perhaps even pittying nature. In any case, their concern and inquistiveness were wasted.

      All things considered, the night had not been the best. Her marriage was officially over. That saddened her far more than she expected. She had the sex drive of an eunuch. That shocked the hell out of her. And to top it all off, the Red Bitch was due to show up any day! She was going home to an empty house; one whose walls could talk of ecstasy, pain, and laughter--all sometimes in the same breath. She was sad, but not depressed; alone, but not lonely. That last thought made her smile. Alone, she realized, wsan't such a bad thing. Of course, when her sex drive returned to normal and started going off the charts, she might think differently; but for the time being she was more than cool with things as they were. (Besides, she had plenty of batteries...) Dare she say, she was content? With herself.

      And that, she realized, mattered more than anything.