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series of private rooms. By appointment, people can indulge in their
fantasies. Each room is fitted for various fantasies and scenarios.”
Heron asked in precise tone, “What do you mean by fitted?”
“Oh, whatever your sexual fantasies are, you can act them out in the room that fits that
description. If you’re into S and M, we have about three rooms. May be a man has a fantasy
about farm girls, you know like the ones they have on Hee Haw or Petticoat Junction. A woman
likes to be spanked, or likes to spank men. Or a couple might find it interesting to change gender
roles. If you have a fantasy that a room isn’t set up for, we might be able to accommodate you.
As long as it’s legal.”
“Is any of it legal?” Heron asked coolly.
“It is, as long as there isn’t any trafficking of sex.”
Roberta put a hand on Heron’s arm, meant to be reassuring. “Darling, what Riley’s doing
is all legal and above board.” She giggled. “There’s even one room where people can have a
threesome, if they want.” Her smile quickly faded and she looked a little confused when Heron
refused to be amused but continued to look coldly severe.
He said, “ There can be so much that can go wrong when you allow the public exposure
to various sexual situations. Especially when you make a living out of it.”
Riley rested her arms on the table and leaned in, her eyes gleaming with challenge.
“Surely you as a lawyer, most of all, would understand the subtle but very legal difference
between trading sex for money and charging people to rent an environment that allows them to
explore their sexuality.”
Heron’s dark eyes bore into Riley’s, and it seemed the two forgot the other three. He
suggested in deceptively mild tone that lawyers often use in courtroom, “Why don’t you pretend
you’re on the witness stand defending your business.”
For a moment, Riley was about to tell him to go to hell, but she just remembered her
sister and parents sitting nearby, and that he was Roberta’s suitor. “All right, I guess I’ll humor
you, just this once. People who are interested in the sex club have to buy a subscription. Once
they sign up, we do a thorough background check, to make sure we weed out anyone with a
criminal record. They also have to fill out a twenty page questionnaire that evaluates their
personality and psychological state of mind, so that we can further weed out anyone who has the
potential to be violent, manipulative, a pedophile, or a rapist. I will admit that with the criminal
checks and the psychological evaluation, we weed out close to a third of the applicants. For those
who are allowed into the club, we have strict rules about conduct, sexual or otherwise. And
everyone only has one chance. One time anyone steps past the line, they are out. And there is no
appeal. Out of the members, about five percent end up being booted out of the club.” She gave a
faint smile, with an infinitissimal narrowing of her eyes. “How did I do, Counselor?”
Heron picked up his fork and pitched it into the slice of double chocolate mud pie. “I’d
say you have it down pat. It’s a good thing you know that when it comes to the law, it’s good to
be prepared. And I have to add that you are very lucky that you have such an understanding and
supportive family. Not a lot of family would know what to do with your line of living.”
Meaning you, Riley thought acidly. But she kept silent and schooled her features to
appear pleasant and calm, because she was seeing some uneasiness in her parents’ and sister’s
eyes as they began to realize the tension between her and Heron.
Afterwards, Roberta took her sister aside while their parents corralled Heron outside to
show off their garden.
“So, what do you think about him?” Roberta asked again, anxiously.
Riley stared at her for a moment, thinking over carefully her words. “He’s very
attractive.”
“And?”
“Right now, that’s all. I just met him, Robbie.”
Roberta’s face