Prods at boundaries.

"But she has to do whatever you tell her, right?" Jim said. Catherine sipped her wine and stared at nothing, content to sit idle while they discussed her.

"Not exactly," Rick said. "It's more like she's... mellowed out. Very mellowed out. They use the term docile."

"Docile," Jim said, rolling the word in his mouth as he studied Catherine's features. "She has to do whatever anyone tells her to."

Rick nodded, wondering what was happening in Catherine's head. Suddenly he remembered that he didn't need to wonder. "Catherine, I want to know what you're thinking. Could you narrate your thoughts to us for a few minutes?"

"Of course," she said. "I'll try to capture my internal dialogue as best I can. This is a really good idea. Now there's truly no filter at all. My ass kind of itches. I like the lighting in this room. It's kind of romantic. Man, I loved sucking his dick earlier..."

She trailed off, staring at nothing. After a few seconds, Rick snapped his fingers in front of her and she looked at him, with the weak, groggy surprise of someone woken from a light nap. "Oh. I was thinking about sucking your dick."

"More specifically, what do you think about me?" Jim asked. Catherine sipped her wine and thought about it for a moment.

"You're hot as hell. You're the most attractive man I know. Sorry, Rick."

Both men looked shocked again. Rick quickly told her not to offer any information she wasn't specifically asked for. She smiled and pantomimed zipping her lips. There was a long, tense pause.

"What have you been doing?" Jim asked cautiously. "I hear people use it to explore. You know, push boundaries."

"Mostly just talked so far," she said. "Oooh, Rick! We were considering a threesome earlier. I know you said you wanted girl-girl-guy, but what about Jim?"

Jim stared at her as she spoke. "Catherine..." he said. "Are you fucking pranking me?"

Catherine shook her head. She looked at her husband, who was observing very carefully, waiting for her to proceed. She shrugged and turned back to Jim with a grin, thrusting her chest out. "How about a token of good faith? You can squeeze a boob."

He stared at her chest, trying to remember if he'd ever seen her without a bra before today. He looked up at Rick for permission, and Rick nodded. The message was clear - proceed. He reached a hand out tentatively and lightly touched her right breast. It felt incredible. Jim began to pull his hand back when Catherine grabbed it.

"Nuh uh," she said teasingly. "That wasn't the deal."

"What?" Jim felt a flush of panic. For the first time the word **** crossed his mind.

"I said squeeze, not tickle," she laughed. "And for trying to renege, there's a penalty. Squeeze both of 'em."

She was eagerly standing with her shoulders wide and her chest thrust out. Finally Jim put his hands on her body, wrapped his fingers around her breasts, and squeezed.