"Okay, but what if you suddenly decide, while I'm out with him, that you can't handle me sleeping with him?" she questioned.
"You'll have your phone. I'll just send a text asking you to stop. You can pretend you have an emergency or something and have to leave."
"And if... if I've already gone through with it...?"
I shrugged, "Then I can hardly blame anyone but myself. But I don't see that happening."