I acknowledge that this experience is personal, private, and not to be shared by either party at any time for any reason.
I understand that this experience will require complete and unguarded trust.
I am aware that boundaries may feel different here, and I choose to explore that uncertainty.
I accept that control will shift, sometimes subtly, sometimes not.
I will remain present, attentive, and honest, even when the moment feels unfamiliar.
I agree with having every fantasy that I have divulged explored in its entirety.
I recognize that what happens here may stay with me long after it ends.
I confirm that if we proceed, I am here by choice, and that choice is mine alone.
I don’t know what the hell was going on, but now I was intrigued. I must have read that email twenty times before I started to complete the eSign. I placed my initials on each line, then hit the submit button. Once I got confirmation that it had been sent back to him, I exited the entire email thread.
No sooner had I done so than he sent me a text message. “The ball is in your court now.”
I exhaled and put the phone down on the desk. He was right, this was starting to get more real by the second. Tim and I hadn’t even discussed the agreement since we left the last session together. We didn’t have a date or a time for either of us to do it. But we agreed it should happen on the same night. We thought that it would be easier to handle if we were both occupied. He wanted to talk tonight, so I was going to ease that in. I had just signed the document, so it was no turning back.
Chapter six
Quentin
Isat on the patio of the beach house at the adult only resort, taking in the smell of the saltwater from nearby. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and everywhere I turned, there were people walking through the sand with those tall cups of daiquiris from the tiki hut that sat at the entrance of the beach. I went to my phone, opened the ridesharing app, and checked the truck's location I had sent for Breeze. It was getting closer to us, and just as I did that, she sent me a message saying she would be here in five minutes. I just responded, “Okay.” And put the phone back on the basket-woven table that was sitting outside.
It had been two weeks since she had signed the documents, and the only times we communicated since were when we exchanged our test results and passwords, and again when we solidified a date.
