Climax sounds good

You could easily draw this out, introduce more and more transgressions until they’re willing to break the final taboo, create a web of depravity that draws in friends and neighbors, coworker and classmates, but you simply haven’t the time. Once you get this acquisition nailed down you’re booked for a long yacht voyage with a particularly inventive companion, and you have no intention of putting that off. Although you don’t think Faye would mind if you brought the two them along…

“All right then,” you say, pulling a slip of paper and pen from your jacket pocket. You quickly scribble down a number and throw it on the floor next to the blonde. “Be there at 7 p.m. tonight. One minute late, one minute early, and our arrangement is over.” You turn and walk out the door, leaving the girl struggling to pull her top back on.

Outside in the hall, you scribble another note and hand it to Ms. Bishop. “Give this to Ms. Crawford,” you say. “Tell her 6:30. One minute late, and our arrangement is over.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Drake,” she replies.