They had a list. Of course they had a list. As if it wasn’t enough that I was agreeing to be the personal fuck buddy for an entire college football team, they had their own set of demands on top of that.
I didn’t even unfold the paper in front of Avery; I couldn’t. My stomach was suddenly in knots as the realization that this was becoming real really hit. I held in my hand the final conditions, the last thing to agree to, before everything was set in place, and I became theirs. “I uh… OK I’ll look it over and get back to you, alright?”
“It’ll be fine,” Avery said, placing an encouraging hand on my shoulder. “There wasn’t anything too outrageous, I made sure.”
“Alright. I’ll uh… look when I get home, OK? And text you?” Avery agreed, and I stuffed the paper into my pocket.
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All evening, it was like I could feel the paper in my jeans; the weight of it, the warmth of it. A few times I had to check to make sure it was still there and hadn’t fallen out, because if anyone else found this, everything would have been for nothing. But no, the list stayed perfectly secure in my pocket until I took it out that night, as I got ready for bed.