Sara and John trade confessions

John and Sara looked seriously at each other, occasionally glancing at the phone.

"Okay," Sara said. "I'll go first. I'm not going to say that I'm sorry for poking around with your phone. I don't know if you used your Rules program on me, but I can't believe that you wouldn't have, because I know that I did right away. I changed two rules. The first one I did before I knew the program was for real. The second one I kind of did in a panic. I am sorry for doing that."

John's blood ran cold. "What rules did you change?"

Sara blushed, and lowered her eyes. "I, uh, made it so single guys masturbate in the morning. In public areas."

John was confused. "But I've always done that. Since I was 12. Every guy does that."

Sara mumbled. "So you don't know. Yeah, I think that's the point. You didn't before. Uh," her face turned red as she stammered, "uh, is masturbating in the livingroom something you'd do after work, if I were around?"

John's face tightened with shock that she'd ask such a question, and then lit up with realisation. "Oh shit," he said.

"Yeah," Sara said.

John's next question was almost a whisper. "What was the second rule Sara?"

Sara looked up, terrified. "Please don't hate me John," she said. "We're friends, right?"

John braced himself. "What was it, Sara?"

Sara was starting to cry. "I made it so that women are allowed to get guys off if they want to, instead of the guys masturbating."

John was deeply confused. "Wait, what? You changed things so that you could fuck me instead of watching me jack off?"

"I'm sorry," Sara cried. "I know. I'm a pervert. I meant it when I said I'd been wanting to fuck you since forever. I saw you suddenly sit down and whip out your cock, and I couldn't believe my luck. But I didn't want to just watch, didn't know if you'd even let me do that."

John took a moment to stop his mind spinning, and to calm down.

"Sara," he said, "look. Um, I guess that some other guys might get really angry at you about what you did. And, uh, I don't know if I can even understand this situation enough to say how I feel about the two rules you wrote. But I'm not upset with you about you fucking me. We can talk about it more later, but please don't be afraid."

Sara sniffled, her eyes red. "Really? You're not going to kick me out for making you want to have sex with me?"

"I can't begin to tell you how weird that question is," he said, "but no. I don't want to kick you out."

Sara gasped as though she had been holding her breath.

"Okay," John said, "I guess it's my turn now. I hope that you'll feel the same about me after I tell you what I did."

Sara looked at John, her reddened eyes wide. "Oh god. I can't even think of what you might have done."

John swallowed. "Maybe not. I'm guessing you're used to women always thinking about sex, men being less interested? Um, do you fantasize about men every night? Watch porn?"

Sara went tense.

"I'm not going to judge," he said. "We're friends. We have been for a long time. I'm not completely blind," he said, bluffing, "I'm just asking you to be honest."

Sara swallowed. "Okay," she said, "yes. All that."

"Have you been to strip clubs?" he asked. "Men taking off their clothes?"

Sara looked away. "Fuck John, this isn't fair. Okay yeah, I've been to strip clubs."

John took a deep breath. "Right. Well, I did change some rules, and what I did was make it so that women are the ones who want sex more than men."

Sara looked up at him in bewilderment. "Holy fuck." She paused. "I - I can't even imagine what it would be like if things were different. Well okay, I mean I've fantasized a bit about what if men were hornier than they --"

Sara slammed the table with both hands, standing up involuntarily.

"Holy fucking shit," Sara said. She looked at the phone and pulled her hands back, sitting down. "Sorry, sorry. Fuck! Holy fuck John!"

John said nothing for a minute.

Sara looked at John wide-eyed, forgetting her own earlier apology. "I don't remember anything different John, so I can't really be angry with you. But _you _wanted _women _to be more sex-driven?"

"Yeah," John said. "There are a few other things too, but I think they're pretty minor compared to that."

Sara looked at him intensely. "Did you do it so that I would want to have sex with _you_?"

John nodded. "Yeah."

Sara took a deep breath. "Well I may have gotten to fuck you John," she said, "But you've fucked my mind completely. There's some other version of me that doesn't exist any more, because you basically erased her, that would probably hate you forever for what you did. I think somehow that I should hold that against you. But I feel like I've won the fucking lottery. The _fucking _lottery," she said, looking at you with a wild look. "To me, it's like my demure male roommate gets mind-swapped with an alternate-reality version that's, like, a nymphomaniac or something."

John was a bit anxious. Sara looked like she was becoming unhinged. "Well, uh, nymphomaniac might be going a bit far. I think I see what you mean though. I'm guessing that I think about women as much as you think about guys."

Sara gave John a sharp look. "Women, plural?"

John gave her an even look, and made a gamble. "I don't know, Sara, when's the last time you thought about being with, let's say, three men at once?"

Sara huffed. "That's not the same." Then she paused, and sighed. "Right, okay, nevermind, I get it."

John and Sara sat for a couple of minutes in silence .

"We cool?" John asked Sara. "For now?"

Sara looked at John. "This is fucked up. But yeah, we're cool."

She looked at the phone. "What the fuck do we do now?"