Page 13 of Triple Play
“What if it’s spontaneous?” Jordie asks.
“Then it’s not allowed.”
“That seems restrictive.”
“It’s policy.”
“Policy seems boring.”
Grant’s hand curls into a fist on the table. The bandaged one. I watch the white gauze strain.
“Can we just sign this?” I cut in. “We all understand the rules. No sex, no nudity, no fun. Got it.”
Carol looks at me like I’m her favorite person in the room. “Exactly. Now, there are consequences for violations—”
“Let me guess,” Wyatt says. “We get kicked out.”
“Well. Yes. After three written warnings—”
“Three?” Jordie grins, that dimple appearing. “So we get two freebies?”
“That’s not—” Carol takes a deep breath. “The point is to avoid violations entirely.”
“Right. Of course.” Jordie’s foot brushes mine under the table.
I move my foot.
He grins wider.
Grant notices. His eyes narrow.
“Does that include—” Jordie starts.
“Yes,” Grant, Wyatt, and I say simultaneously.
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”
“Don’t care,” Wyatt says.
I look at Carol. “Is that it?”
“Yes. If you’ll all just sign—”
She slides the contract across the table. I sign first. My signature is sharp. Decisive. Like I’m not signing away my sanity.
Wyatt signs next. His signature is barely legible. Fast, like he wants this over with.
Jordie takes his time. Makes a show of reading every line even though we all know he’s not actually reading. When he signs, his signature has a flourish.
“You’re ridiculous,” I tell him.
“You love it,” he shoots back.
Grant signs last. He doesn’t look at the paper. Just scrawls his name and pushes it back to Carol.
“Wonderful.” Carol gathers the papers like they might bite her. “You’re all set. Remember, these rules are for your safety and comfort—”
“Got it.” Grant stands. “We’re done here.”
