Doe sets some limits.

“That’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done,” Doe says. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “John, you’re a nasty bastard.”

You continue to relax in your chair, “Are you complaining?”

“Not exactly,” Doe replies. She puts a hand between her rear cheeks and winces. “You really buggered me raw, John. And fuck you for being such an insensitive shit!”

That gets your attention. “What?”

“It’s no bloody wonder you have to keep changing girlfriends every few weeks, John. I told you I had feelings for you, and what do you do? You practically maul me, and...”

“Now, wait a minute,” you say. “I won the bet!”

Doe pulls a sour face. “Yes, you did. But there are limits, John!”