“Amber, can we talk about this?” I asked.
“What is there to talk about, Chad?”
“I’m sorry I made the bet like I did,” I said. “I thought…what I mean is that the idea of you serving as slave girl just made sense to me because I think you have these tendencies and…”
“Tendencies?” she said incredulously. “You think I have submissive tendencies?”
“Yes, I do.”
“And you don’t?” she snapped.
“No, of course not,” I said indignantly.
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we, Chad?” she said.
“Amber, can’t we change the…uh…”
“No, we can’t,” she said flatly.
“But…”
“Let me ask you something, Chad. Would you have forced me to be your little slave-girl for a week if you had won?”
“Well, of course,” I answered, “but that’s because…”
“Because you’re an arrogant asshole who thinks because I’m laid back t
