Explore a secret shared in the fantasies and real lives of more women than you would ever imagine. Passion is real. Truth is forever. Life is too short for denial. Have you ever wondered or fantasized about a sweet, tender love like that of Muriel and Sarah? If you aren't curious, move on. But if you have been there, or might wonder, please do linger and let your heart race a little faster, and a flush rise to your cheeks. Here is the most beautiful of passions, the most sensuous sharing of fulfillment, in an extremely honest, explicit erotic memoir. Muriel and Sarah shared a brief, once-in-a-lifetime summer of tenderness that neither would ever forget. More women than you would ever guess have been to this tender, sweetly shadowy place. This is what author Nancy Friday--in her enduring 1973 classic 'My Secret Garden' (about liberating the sexual and sensual fantasies of women)--called 'Room 19: Other Women'. It is the fantasy, which occurs to surprisingly many women, of being with another woman--tenderly, intimately, privately satisfying their deepest and most unspoken hunger. It is not about labels (lesbian, bi, or whatever). It is about something that simply happened, in the moment, without necessarily ever happening again. For Muriel and Sarah, the experience was wonderful, without hangups or doubts. Most women will cherish their secret for a lifetime, with mixed shame and joy, never speaking of it, but never forgetting, and ever so happy it came their way. Muriel and Sarah were young during the grim, terrifying 1950s. For a few weeks that heady, remarkable summer, they were like swimmers on a fathomless sea, without guidance or direction, following their instincts. It was that other great love of each woman's life, to be remembered forever. They went their separate ways when it was over. They married, had children, loved their husbands with the great love of their lives, dwelled in leafy suburbs--and never met again. Neither ever spoke of her other great love again. Now Sarah, the younger of the two, recalls every wonderful, explicit, searing detail in this utterly honest and thoughtful erotic memoir. Their brief, magic summer love left an indelible mark on the soul of each--like a long, warm afternoon in a winter world--side by side, swimmers on an unexplored and wonderful sea. This is an experience without permission or boundaries, about which many women may dream or be curious. Give yourself permission to open that door and step into a world of sensual experience, if you are at all curious about this exceptional passion and fulfillment. It is an experience without boundaries, whose only rules are love, honesty, and affection. It simply happens when it does, to whom it does, full of boundless joy and surprises, and even a melancholy sense of delicious loss, like a sunset before its time, but already baked into the glory. The fantasy can do no harm, but only good for those who ask, or dream.