A close shave....

Adam holds out the scissors.

Nathalie winces. "You're not really going to make me do it are you?"

Adam grins. "Do you remember that time you caught me smoking behind the East Wing? And you said that if I didn't do what you wanted you'd tell your mum and I'd get a spanking?"

"Well, vaguely... It was a long time ago..." Nathalie shifts uncomfortably.

"Not that long! I seem to remember you made me play dress up games. Remember your school uniform?"

A sly smile creeps across Nathalie's face. Of course she remembers. She remembers how Adam had grown a confused erection in his boxers when she brought him the school's chequered dress to wear.

Adam was from a less privileged background and it had been fun to humiliate him.

"You're not still mad about that are you?" Nathalie says. "This is much worse."

"Worse?" Adam snorts. "I don't think so! Now get on with it."

Nathalie makes a face. "No! You're disgusting."

Downstairs, another clatter of plates.

Adam waits.

Nathalie sighs and takes the scissors. "Oh, for God's sake. Ok, ok. I'll do it. But I'll get you for this."