Sam was a cute, little, wrinkly-at-the edges thing by the time she got out of the tub and came to find me. Ironically, I was at my desk getting ready to pay the water bill.

My saving grace was that Heather was shrewd enough to warn me. Barely a minute before, she'd sent me a text message:

- Sam needs a good fix. Rough as you can manage, Hero. She's ours now, not Danny's. Make her believe it. Man up. Her safeword is Doritos. Good luck. ;-p -

Heather and Sam both know and respect that I'm not a naturally rough lover. I just don't like hurting people. Particularly ones...