Chapter One Rachel had always been the quiet one. At twenty-three, she carried herself softly, a slim 5’3” frame wrapped in modest clothes that concealed more than they revealed. Her long red hair tumbled like fire down her back, the kind of beauty she never quite believed belonged to her. Beneath her shyness lay a storm of secret cravings no one guessed at — not her mother, not her friends. They were cravings for women:...