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me do.
    He studied my list again, then reached for the pen. “Were you done with your limits?” he asked me.
    I shrugged. “I think so. Not that I won’t have more, I just don’t know yet.”
    “Fair enough,” he replied. “Okay, I’m going to add mine in; things I have no interest in doing with anyone. If you want to try some of this out, you’ll have to look elsewhere.” He drew a line at the end of my list; added a heading. “Jake’s Hard Limits.”
    I bit off a grin. It was all very professorial. “Would you like a ruler, to underline your heading?” I asked. Sure, it was cheeky, but I couldn’t resist.
    “I’d like a ruler to spank your ass,” he replied with a grin. He continued writing. “1. No blood/needles/pins.”
    “2. No electricity.”
    “3. No caning.”
    “Okay, that’s all I can think of right now,” he said. “I mean, there’s a ton of stuff outside of this that I’m not interested in doing, but it’s not likely to come up.”
    “Like what?” I asked.
    “As an example, sensory deprivation,” he said. “Putting you in a full head hood, wrapping you in cling-wrap, stuff like that.” He laughed at my shocked expression. “There’s a world of kink out there, Emily. As it goes, I’m pretty conservative in what I like to do.”
    We’d both finished our breakfasts. He looked at me. “I’m sorry, but if we are going to play this afternoon, I’m going to actually have to use the morning to get some work done. Can I give you a ride home?”
    I shook my head. “I’ll just walk; you aren’t that far away from my apartment,” I said.
    He raised an eyebrow. “In the rain? Get dressed, Emily, I’ll give you a ride home.”
    ***
    We had arranged that he would pick me up at two. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going. “Wear a skirt,” he ordered. “Knee length or higher. Bare legs, please.”
    “ Should I wear underwear?” I asked. I thought I knew where this was going.
    He grinned. “Definitely wear underwear,” he drawled. “It’s fun to take it off.”
    I looked at him, eyes narrowed. “What are you planning, Jake?”
    “Why would I tell you, Emily?” he asked. “It’ll ruin the surprise.”
    ***
    My buzzer sounded at five to two. I pressed the button on the intercom. “I need to come up,” Jake’s voice said. I buzzed him in.
    “Hi,” I said. I felt oddly shy, seeing Jake in my apartment. He felt larger than life here, a vivid, disruptive presence in my normalcy. “Would you like something to drink?”
    I was clothed per his instructions; I wore a cream wool skirt that fell in soft folds to slightly above my knees. A simple black t-shirt; a p lain black bra underneath. A pair of red flats completed the look. He smiled, surveyed me evenly for compliance with his instructions. “Would you like something to drink, Professor Ballard,” he corrected.
    It had started. “Would you like something to drink, Professor Ballard?” I asked him.
    He shook his head politely. “No thank you, Emily. Can you show me your bedroom?”
    What was he planning? I silently led the way, inwardly grateful my room wasn’t strewn all over with clothes.
    “Emily,” he sounded amused, as he took a seat in the armchair in my bedroom. “Can you bring me all the sex toys you own?”
    I flushed scarlet. “I don’t own any,” I said.
    He raised an eyebrow. “No vibrator? No dildo?”
    “Yes, I have a vibrator,” I admitted, red-faced.
    “All your sex toys, please,” he repeated, his voice implacable. “Bring them out, set them on the bed.”
    I’d just unpacked, so I knew exactly where all my sex toys are. I owned one dildo and one vibrator; I pulled out the Tupperware box I stored them in from the bottom drawer of my dresser, and silently placed the box on the bed.
    He laughed aloud. “Tupperware,” he chuckled. “Funny. My mom used to take chicken salad for the neighborhood potluck in a box very much like that one.” His voice hardened. “Take the toys out of