She got up when I did, and we stepped into the living room and dressed in silence. Once we were dressed, I gently took her by the shoulders and sat her on the couch, then sat next to her.

"Well now," I said, "that was a very nice beginning, don't you think?"

She nodded, her face very thoughtful as she stared at the window.

"I think we could use some sheets on that bed, since I noticed you got mattress-button marks on your back, and maybe next time we should bring some refreshments. Think you can handle that, Ann?"

She was quiet for several moments, clearly thinking things out, then stood and began to pace around the room as she spoke.

"OK, look, I'm going to be honest here. I could try and tell you I hated this, but it would be a lie. I liked it."

"You loved it," I corrected her.

"Yes, alright, I loved it. And I want it to continue. But we have to have some ground rules." She looked at me to gauge my reaction, but I held my face passive. "OK, first, nobody finds out. Nobody at school knows anything different is happening between you and me. Second, I do you, but not your friends – you can't even tell them. Third, you bring rubbers so I don't get pregnant. Fourth, We don't do anything strange. You know, like tieing up or whipping or anything like that."

"What makes you think you're in a position to make conditions?" I asked calmly.

"Come on. You've been playing this tough-guy thing all afternoon, but you'd much rather go on fucking me than show those photos. We can reach an agreement here, can't we?"

"Perhaps. I'll address your points one by one. First, I don't have any intention of telling anyone anything – but one thing has to change."

"Which is?"