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Chapter 7
Howaboutthree?”
“Iwantyoutodofour.”
“Ithoughtthiswasanegotiation?”
Hepurseshislipsatme.“Okay,MissSteele,anotherpointwellmade.Howaboutanhouronthreedaysandonedayhalfanhour?”
“Threedays,threehours.Igettheimpressionyou’regoingtokeepmeexercisedwhenI’mhere.”
Hesmileswickedly,andhiseyesglowasifrelieved.“Yes,Iam.Okay,agreed.Areyousureyoudon’twanttointernatmycompany?You’reagoodnegotiator.”
“No,Idon’tthinkthat’sagoodidea.”Istaredownathisrules.Waxing!Waxingwhat?Everything?Ugh.
“So,limits.Thesearemine.”Hehandsmeanotherpieceofpaper.
HARDLIMITS
Noactsinvolvingfireplay.
Noactsinvolvingurinationordefecationandtheproductsthereof.
Noactsinvolvingneedles,knives,piercing,orblood.
Noactsinvolvinggynecologicalmedicalinstruments.
Noactsinvolvingchildrenoranimals.
Noactsthatwillleaveanypermanentmarksontheskin.
Noactsinvolvingbreathcontrol.
Noactivitythatinvolvesthedirectcontactofelectriccurrent(whetheralternatingordirect),fire,orflamestothebody.
Ugh.Hehastowritethesedown!Ofcourse—theyalllookverysensibleand,frankly,necessary…Anysanepersonwouldn’twanttobeinvolvedinthissortofthing,surely.ThoughInowfeelalittlequeasy.
“Isthereanythingyou’dliketoadd?”heaskskindly.
Crap.I’venoidea.Iamcompletelystumped.Hegazesatmeandfurrowshisbrow.
“Isthereanythingyouwon’tdo?”
“Idon’tknow
