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questions Faith has relating to the Seven Sexy Sins and my participation in them. I also promise to do whatever she asks during these sexual encounters.
    I promise not to disclose this sexual relationship to anyone, and I agree to keep the fact that Beau is my secret identity to myself. This sexual relationship exists only in the arena of the seven encounters—I promise not to let it affect any meeting I might have with Faith and my friends (i.e. no touching Faith up when she’s bending over, etc, even if I think nobody’s looking).
    I promise to try my best not to let these seven sexual encounters affect my friendship with Faith when the relationship is over.
    Signed:
    Date: 
     
    Rusty looked up, his eyes meeting Faith’s. She raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
    “‘No touching Faith up when she’s bending over’?”
    “I thought it best to be clear.”
    “Does it sound like something I’d do?”
    “Er…yeah.”
    “Fair enough.” He looked down at the document and then back up at her. “‘I also promise to do whatever she asks during these sexual encounters’?”
    “You have a problem with that?”
    “I don’t know. Should I?”
    Her smile softened. “All I meant was that I’d be grateful if you’d…keep on track. Not get off topic. Because I have a deadline to meet.”
    He nodded. “Okay.” Sighing, wondering what he was letting himself in for, he wrote his name at the bottom and signed it. She took the contract and folded it, slipping it back in her bag.
    Their gazes met. He smiled. He could see the pulse pounding in her throat and he knew she was nervous. “Come on.” They stood and he went over to the big TV at the foot of the bed and turned it on with the remote. There was a DVD player to one side and he turned that on, too, beckoning her over. “Okay, what’s up first?”
    She pulled a DVD out of the bag. “It’s got to be Ocean’s Eleven Inches. That can’t be real.”
    “Wow.” He laughed. “Absolutely.”
    She put the DVD in, turning to look at him. “You…want to get undressed now?”
    “Nuh-uh.”
    She looked disappointed and relieved at the same time. “No?”
    He went over to the kitchen area, undid the bottle of wine and poured her a glass, and got himself a Coke. Then he brought the drinks over to the bedside table and handed her the glass of wine. “Later on, I’ll be more than happy to help you off with your clothes. Now…I think we just need to relax.”
    She smiled. “Okay.”
    He climbed on the bed, plumped up the pillows and made himself comfortable. He patted the space on his left. Faith moved next to him—and put a clipboard complete with several sheets of paper and a pen beside her.
    He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
    “Well, I’ve got to keep a record.”
    He stared at her, startled. “Of what?”
    “Length, firmness. Girth.”
    “Girth?”
    She started laughing. “Rusty, come on. I’m kidding. I’m just going to ask a few questions every now and again.”
    “Jeez, Faith…”
    Her grin faded as the music started, and she reached hastily for the remote control. “Turn it down…”
    He held it away from her. “There’s nobody in the room next to us.”
    “You could hear that on the beach a mile away.”
    “It just sounds like a bad nineteen seventies disco, don’t worry about it.”
    She laughed, turning it down slightly. “It does, a bit.”
    “Well, these things aren’t really known for their soundtracks.”
    “Or their production values,” she observed, raising an eyebrow at the tacky opening screen. Smirking, he leaned back, his arm along the pillows behind her.
    He looked down as she curled up next to him. She sipped her wine, glancing up as she realised he was watching her. “What?”
    He smiled. “Nothing.” He didn’t like to say she’d suddenly looked very young. Guilt stabbed him at the thought of what Dan would say if he knew what was going on. But he wasn’t taking advantage of her. She was a grown woman, for