No man can compare to the size of the thing she wants -- until she explores her intrigue in the long, cool shafts of metal rockets. With such an unusual proclivity, she finds herself a collector of decommissioned torpedo husks, empty bomb casings, missile shells: anything that can relieve her hot, aching need. When she wakes in the middle of the night from an erotic dream, her rocket room is the first place she goes.