Take my self-control.

"First things first, can you put me back to how I was? I'm really getting confused with this identity business."

"Right, right." He hastily reconstituted her original attributes.

"Whew, much better. It's nice to be Ashley again. And I can call you on your bullshit again now!" She chuckled. "Anyway, how's this for a crazy thought- wanna take my self-control?"

That was a little scary, and Jamie said as much.

"Come on, man. If something goes wrong you can just put it back, right? I want to know what it's like to just do and say what I want without any filter."

A thought struck him. "You know you're putting yourself in a very **** position, right? If you have any secrets, you might tell me them. You could do all sorts of stuff."

She laughed. "What, like I don't like those earrings you got me last Valentine's Day? That's about the most damaging secret I've kept. And I know you won't let me run out and grab a cop's gun or go streaking or whatever. It'll be fine, let's just try it!"

He still had his misgivings but this was the most excited he'd seen Ashley about anything in their relationship for years. He shrugged and gently reached in to tug on her self-control. It took a minute, but he eventually unwedged it and carefully removed it. Just as he was finished, he was knocked back by a sharp slap across his face.

"Oww, Ashley, what the hell?" He put his hand to his aching cheek.

She was grinning. "Holy shit, that was awesome! I wanted to test it so I tried to think of something I'd never do. As soon as the idea of slapping you came to mind, I just did it!" She grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. As they were kissing, she reached down and gave his balls a painful squeeze.

"Ow, whoa, what are you doing? Are you always just thinking about hurting me?" Jamie was bewildered by her weird behavior.

"No, I've got something else on my mind..." She grabbed his head and **** it down between her legs, laughing the whole time.