Become Jane's sugar daddy.

A lightbulb switches on in your head.

Giving Jane everything she wanted put her in your debt, but now she feels obligated to pay you back somehow. Her taking care of you sounds real nice. But just once?

"What if it's not just once?" you ask, pressure building in your groin.

"Huh?" asks Jane.

"A jeep, a laptop, it doesn't matter. I loved today, spending it with you, getting you what you need," you say, stroking her shoulders and looking intently into her eyes. "The way your eyes lit up."

She reddens again.

"You're my friend, sure, but I've always known how beautiful you are, inside and out," you say. "You might not have money, but you're right. I have powers. And I'm happy to use them for you whenever you want."

"I can't," says Jane, shaking her head. "I can't ask you to do that."

"Yes you can," you say.

"I'm not a charity case," she says.

"No you're not," you say, stroking her cheek. Her skin's so hot. "Right now, you're doing something about it. You're showing me you care. And I know you do."

Jane shifts self-consciously in front of you.

"Anything you want is yours. I'll make sure of it," you say. "It doesn't have to be charity."

"You mean..."

You nod. "What's something you want, Jane?"

She thinks, turning nervous for a second. "I always wanted to visit Australia..."

Australia? You have no judgment, you've always wanted to go to London just so you could ride the big Ferris wheel thing they've got there.

"Done," you say. "We'll figure it out whenever you want to go."

Jane stares at you, shellshocked. "Really?"

"Really," you say. "And it can be like that forever."

She frowns. "I just have to..."

You kiss lightly on the lips. "Nothing more than you want. It was your idea, you're in control," you say. "What do you think?"

Jane doesn't have to think long. Haltingly, she nods. It's just too good an offer to pass up.

"Then it's a deal," you say.

Jane takes a slow breath, overwhelmed by what she just agreed to. "Can I still see other guys or..."

Can she still see other guys? You weren't planning on making this an exclusive thing, but hearing Jane suggest it practically explodes your head.

"Everything will make sense in a second, I think," you say. "I'm going to take some things from you. Are you ready?"

Jane grips your shirt suddenly, changing her mind. "No, wait. I didn't know you meant you'd claim stuff -"

Too late. You're already rushing downhill. Nothing's stopping you now.

"I'm claiming your gratitude," you say. "I know I already have it, but I just want to make it official. No looking back, all right? This is the right decision, and you're glad you made it."

Jane's mouth falls open. She stares at you in awe.

"From now on, you'll be especially grateful every time I get you something you need, or want, or ask for. The more it matters to you, the more grateful you'll be," you say. "You'll be so grateful that anything we get up to together will feel like fair compensation. You're incredibly thankful you get to be a kept woman, and doubly thankful that it's me who's keeping you."

You can practically see Jane's mind rewiring itself in front of you. Her eyes soften, losing their edge of fear and panic, and her shoulders relax.

"Wow. Thank you," she says, sounding totally earnest.

"You're welcome," you say, smiling. "I'm not done yet, though. Let's claim your romantic preferences too."

"My romantic preferences?" repeats Jane, in wonder.

"Yep," you say, strategizing your words. "You can see other boys if you want, but you'll keep it strictly above the waist. You don't want anything serious. No long-term boyfriends, no getting married. The only one who you feel deserves your romantic attention is the guy who takes care of you."

"And that's you," says Jane, finishing the thought.

"Precisely," you say.

Jane looks at you with new eyes, but shakes her head. "I don't want to be dead weight. I mean I'm glad that you want to take care of me so much, and I know people are out there who can't even take care of themselves, but that's why I needed to pay you back in the first place. This doesn't sound balanced at all."

"Let's fix that then," you offer. "When a guy does something for you that you can't really pay back, it's incredibly romantic. And if you ever think you're not measuring up on your side of things, you'll just feel lucky and grateful that I'm happy with you just as you are."

Jane rocks back on the balls of her feet, and looks at you like you've just turned to gold.

You grin. "So?" you ask.

She blushes hard, then shoves you backward.

You fall into the warm jeep, onto the back seat.

Jane climbs in after you and pulls the door shut. She straddles your thighs.

"My turn," says your friend, touching the bulge in your jeans. "You're kinda my man now, huh?"

"Kinda," you reply, running your hands along Jane's sweatpants. The material's a lot thinner than you anticipated. You feel the heat of her toned thighs beneath it. "You're kinda my woman, too."

She sucks in a breath, and applies pressure on your groin in just the right place.

"I don't know if I totally understand what you did, but I feel like I should be thanking you right now," says Jane, massaging your hard-on through your athletic shorts. "So thank you. Really. This... is going to be good. Right? With you and me?"

You let your hands run up Jane's back.

She holds her breath.