What do you decide?

Spooning yourselves to sleep

You brush the hair from Léa's face while she tenderly tongues your manhood and for a moment you gaze into each other's eyes, then with the slightest pressure on the back of her neck, you bring her up the bed to lie next to you and plant a gentle kiss on her lips—not a passionate snog, merely a peck, but a sign of affection beyond the rampant lust that characterizes most of your sexual encounters. She sighs contentedly and smiles, the contrast with the tears on her cheeks, neck and chest quite striking. Without a word, you sweep the covers over you and turn to switch off the bedside light. Léa immediately follows suit with the lamp on her side of the bed, then snuggles down again beside you, her gasps and whimpers when her multitude of weals rub against your soft sheets music to your ears. You take her in your arms and fold her to your body, your chest to her back and flaccid cock resting between her slim, swollen bum cheeks, one hand cupping a shapely boob.

The young lectrice's stiff frame slowly relaxes into your embrace and you kiss her shoulder, feeling rather than seeing her turn her head towards you.

"Good night, Léa," you murmur in her ear.

"Good night, Jaques," she whispers in reply. "Thank-you for a most memorable evening. I—I enjoyed it, I think…no, enjoyed is not the right word. I am happy I experienced it with you…and hope to experience many more, if that would please you."

"I would like that very much. I hope I managed to take your mind off your ex, at least."

"What ex?"

You hear Léa's head return to the pillow (although you imagine the pain will keep her awake for some time) and close your eyes with a smile. Sleep gradually sneaks up on you while you breathe the slightly flowery scent of your guest's shampoo and think how much more contented you are with your life now, since finding the Rulebook. You idly wonder what the future holds.