Page 102 of My Rules

“Ha!” She explodes. “How can you have sex with a sore dick?”

“Because I knew it would be the only time you could handle my power.” I grab my crotch. “My thirty percent capacity is equal to a normal man’s two hundred percent. I wanted to give you a fair chance of survival.”

She laughs out loud. “So you’re a superhuman lover now?”

“That’s right.”

“Why are you such an idiot?”

I smirk. “Just stick to your end of the bargain and get me a blonde with great tits for Saturday night.”

She smiles. “And if I don’t?”

“Then we’re not friends anymore ... I’m done with you,” I tease. “Then we can have sex.”

She laughs and pulls me into a hug and squeezes me, and eventually I put my arms around her waist and hug her back. I nuzzle my head into her neck and close my eyes. She’s warm and soft and ... strangely comforting.

“Do you really have a date tonight?” she asks.

“I made it up when I didn’t know lasagna was on the table.” I sigh. “Kind of regretting it now, to be honest.”

“Meh ... I lied. I’m not cooking,” she mutters dryly. “I was going to buy a frozen one.”

I smile into her hair. “Good thing I’m going out, then.”

Rebecca

I stare at the figures on the screen.

IMAGES SOLD: 0

“Oh, for god’s sake,” I huff. How can you sell so many images one week and then this week sell nothing?

The images I uploaded this week were good ... or so I thought.

How can the income go from $5,000 to nothing? I thought I’d cracked the code and hit the jackpot.

This online marketing business is so damn unpredictable.

So infuriating.

I get into the shower while I think.

What worked last week ... well, apart from the fake-jizz part? I troll my brain as I think.

Spontaneity.

Maybe my photos are too staged ... hmm, that’s probably it. What if I took some photos in a different location?

Yes.

I wash my hair while my mind runs away with the possibilities of shoot locations.

Maybe the beach. That could work. Sand and oil: those perverts are sure to get off with anything oily.

Damn it, I should have gotten some more in the hotel room last weekend.

Ugh, I was hoping to have some kind of idea of how this was going to go financially moving forward. I’m meeting with John tomorrow afternoon to discuss his non-divorce proposal.

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