First, she gives him a little break.

Bree lowered herself to where she was sitting on Sam's chest and relaxed, keeping her eyes closed as she took a very deep breath. Even in post nut clarity, the view still turned Sam on. He'd fantasized about being in this exact position many times, and now he was looking up at the bitchy, annoying, borderline abusive and absolutely gorgeous Bree pushing out her impressive chest above him.

She opened her eyes and laughed at the sight of Sam with her juices all over his face. "You look fucking dumb!"

Sam wanted to fire back at her, but the confidence that he'd gotten from having the notebook had fled him.

"What, no comeback? Is the reality of our little bet sinking in?" Bree climbed off of Sam and got out of the bed. She picked her discarded clothes up off the floor and said, "Don't worry, I'll make the rest of this month fun. Well, fun for me, anyway. Fuck, I can't believe we have to do this a second time today. Hey, where's that stuff you bought?"

Not knowing what else to do, Sam nodded towards his nightstand.

Bree walked to the nightstand and reached outward. Sam's eyes went wide as he saw her reaching for the notebook, but he relaxed a bit as she knocked it off the nightstand as if she didn't even see it and grabbed the bag from the sex shop. Sam wasn't even sure if her skin actually touched the book or if it scooted out of the way on its own. He was relieved that at least the rule about her being unable to perceive the book seemed to be working.

She opened up the bag and laughed. "This is it? Sammy told me you didn't get anything too wild, but shit, this is baby stuff. I'll go get some more toys from our room. You'll be good to go in another fifteen minutes, right?" Then she walked out of the room with the bag, not even glancing at Sam to check his answer.

Sam put his hands over his face and groaned. What had he done? Had he screwed himself? It occurred to him that he could just erase all the rules, and for a tiny moment hope pushed away his fears. Then he remembered writing some of the rules with a pen. Which ones? He couldn't remember.

Sam hopped out of bed and picked up the notebook from where Bree had knocked it onto the floor. He flipped open the notebook and was shocked to see how much of what he had written was in pen.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" said Sam. "It's so much!

When he got to the end he saw that the rules about knowing how to pleasure a woman and fluid exchange making a woman stretch to his size were both in pencil. However, when he saw that the rule about not being able to weasel out of a bet was in pen, he remembered the pencil lead breaking, making him grab a pen to write the last rule.

"No, no, no!" moaned Sam. "Why didn't I slow down and sharpen that fucking pencil!"

He couldn't erase it. He couldn't tear out the page because he'd made a rule, in pen, that made the book indestructible.

Could he modify it with a new rule? Sam quickly sharpened the pencil, intent on not making the same mistake twice. He thought about the perfect phrasing for a rule that would make Bree only want the kind of sex that he wanted. He reached toward the book and...

His hand wouldn't move. It just hovered a half inch above the paper, as if someone with an incredibly strong grip were holding his wrist. A little of Sam died inside as he realized that Bree had already decided what she wanted to do to him, and between the wording of the bet and the wording of the rule to get out of the bet, he couldn't do anything to change that. Not even modify it with another rule.

Sam tried to write several more rules, but his hand wouldn't move towards the paper. He couldn't add anything to retract or amend the rules about breeding for lesbians because that would get him out of the bet. He couldn't add any extra conditions to the bet for the same reason. All he wanted was to get out of the bet, and that made everything he tried to get out of it impossible. He even tried writing an old rule that would give him a monthly check from the government, but when that didn't work he realized that this would have meant he'd never lived with his sister to save money and none of this would have happened, so that would have gotten him out of the bet.

Just to test out that he could still use the notebook at all, he tried again to write that as a new rule.

New Rule: Fraternal male/female twins get a monthly stipend from the government that is enough to pay for a comfortable life.

Nothing stopped his hand from writing it. The book still worked, he just couldn't do anything about his current problem. At least some money would start flowing in soon, but there was no point in moving into his own apartment if he still had to come back twice a day to do whatever Bree wanted.

Sam thought about what Bree was going to do to him. He was terrified, but also a little excited. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? No matter what kind of sex it was, it was still going to be sex with an insanely hot woman. His cock started to respond.

The door opened and Bree walked in.

Still sitting on the floor and clutching the notebook, Sam covered his hardening cock with his hand. "Hey! Knock before you come in!"

Bree rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like I can't come in your room after you've come in me?! Besides, I pretty much own you for the next month, so no complaining." She held up a bag, a much bigger bag than the one Sam had gotten from the sex shop. "Ready for round two, loser?"