No.

In the end, I decide I just can’t do it. With some regret, I shake my head. “No. Sorry, Noelle. The idea of making porn with you is appealing, but—it would put too much of my life at risk.”

Her eyes flash angrily, but her tone is mostly even (if cold) as she replies, “OK. Well, I wanted to ask.” After that, the conversation doesn’t last long. I mutter something about seeing her soon and escape the awkwardness.

*******

Noelle won’t take no for an answer. She said “OK” when I first told her no, but she keeps trying to get me to change my mind. She asks after we have sex. She asks during sex. Finally, she tells me that if I won’t do porn with her, we have to break up. I tell her, “I’m sorry. I’ll miss you,” and walk out the door.