Eight Hours Later

It was 6:24 pm PST when Jim remembered the deal he made with Madam Lavelle. He called Cassidy.

"What?" she asked brusquely.

"What are you doing?"

"Grocery shopping."

"You? Cook?"

"Ugh, I'm just picking up some low-fat meals. What do you want."

"Go to the dairy section and break eggs over your head until you're told to leave."

"Whatever, loser." Cassidy hung up.

Several minutes later, Jim's phone went off. He saw Cassidy's number. "Hello?"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I just humiliated myself in the store! How did you make me do that?"

"Have you cleaned up?"

"No, I'm in my car!"

"Take a selfie, send it to me, then safely drive over here." Jim hung up.

A moment later, he received the selfie of Cassidy covered in egg and pieces of egg shell. She tried calling him back, but he would not answer the phone.

Approximately thirty minutes later, Cassidy was on his doorstep, ringing the doorbell and banging on his door.

Jim opened the door.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" cried Cassidy. "I don't know...."

"Stop talking until I give you permission. Come inside and kneel and stay on your knees."

Cassidy obeyed, and Jim shut the door and went to stand in front of Cassidy. He could see she was embarrassed but also he could tell she was a bit aroused. He rubbed his hands in an exaggerated way and laughed as he looked at his stuck up ex coated in egg and kneeling silently.