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smiled because she was annoying him, and it was either smile or snarl. He knew how to annoy back though, so he said, “Such language from a submissive.”
    “Hey, I’m submissive to Ethan, not you.” She grinned and took a drink.
    Yeah, she knew what he was doing and hadn’t taken the bait.
    “Seriously,” she added, “this is about both of you. She needs to know what’s going on in your head just as much as you need to know what’s going on in hers. Relationships are a two way street.”
    “Relationship?” He shook his head. “No, this is just me showing her the ropes.”
    Sam raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure she knows this? I certainly get the idea, from the way you’re talking, that you’re beginning something emotional.”
    He looked down a few seconds, afraid she was right and unsure how to stop it. “Okay, maybe,” he admitted. “I don’t know what it is but I’m not planning on a relationship.”
    “Not planning on it, but if it happens, will you let it?”
    He shook his head. “I don’t know. I need time to think.”
    “I’ve never seen you this serious, so at least I know you’re thinking about it. The big thing is to be open and honest with Cassie, though. Right? You need to tell her about yourself, too.”
    He rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah yeah.” He shook his head, leaned forward. “She asked if she could watch me with Cam. I told her I’d have to think about it. Do you think she’ll freak if she sees us in action?”
    “Are you worried about her freaking because of the guy-on-guy action, or because of the BDSM parts?”
    He thought about it a few seconds. “Both?”
    “I don’t think you have to worry about the first. She’s been around her dad and his partner a lot. In fact, she has this idea gay partners are more likely to stay together than straight, married people.”
    Frisco considered her statement a few seconds, and his heart dropped as he understood what Sam was saying. “Because her mom’s on her third marriage, and her dad is still with the man he left his family for.”
    Sam nodded and Frisco wiped his hand across his face to try to hide his dismay. “I don’t want to get caught up in someone’s neurosis.”
    “You’ll have to deal with history and baggage no matter who you end up with. It’s part of forming a relationship with someone. What are Cameron’s triggers?”
    “His stepdad used to lock him in a closet in total darkness — not even any light around the doorframe. He’s fine in a cage with a nightlight, but he can’t be put somewhere there isn’t light, and can’t be blindfolded.” Which had made putting Cassie in a makeshift blindfold last night a bit of a treat, but he didn’t tell Sam that part.
    “Have you ever taken on someone to train who didn’t have at least one thing you had to sidestep and work around?” Sam asked.
    He thought a few moments, opened his mouth to say yes when he finally landed on someone without issues, but then remembered the submissive’s major meltdown when faced with a lit candle during wax play because of an unfortunate incident with a campfire when the boy was six.
    Someone else sprang to mind, but he remembered how hard the two of them had worked before the boy could bear to clean cobwebs with a broom, his fear of spiders had been so bad.
    And then there was the slave who learned beautifully, but Frisco eventually figured out the pet was looking for an Owner to keep him so he’d never need to get a real job.
    “No,” Frisco admitted.

     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
     
     
    Frisco went home and climbed into bed.
    Cam was at school, and was scheduled to work in the restaurant this afternoon before coming home.
    Frisco texted Cam he was home and going to sleep, and not to disturb him unless there was an emergency. He set his phone so only today’s manager at the restaurant and Cam’s calls and texts would come through, and crashed.
    He awoke feeling as if he’d been drugged. He sat up, looked