No thanks. I want the inheritance.

Even though you are worried it may be too late, you turn down the offer.

"I can't," you say to them.

While Benny is smug, Alistair is disappointed.

"Are you sure?" Alistair asks.

"I'm sure," you say. "I really have to get married."

"I don't understand."

"It's... complicated."

"Does this have something to do with Jack Hewitt?"

You just shrug your shoulders.

"How about just for a week? You can be our sissy maid for a week to see what it's like?" offers Alistair.

You think about it, but you can't. Now that you've decided, you need to get right back onto the market as quickly as you can. You can't even waist a single week, because time is running out. It may have already run out.

"I'm sorry," you say, finally. "But this has been amazing."

You stand up and pull Alistair into a long hug and a deep, full-of-tongue, kiss.

Benny is looking at you with something approaching respect.

"You have more spine than I expected," he says.

You shrug and smile.

Alistair takes you upstairs and you dress in his clothes. "Keep them," he says. Benny drives you back to your apartment in his Lamborghini (because of course he has a Lamborghini, you think).

"See you later, bitch," he says, before driving off.