As more and more drinks flow, you get back onto the topic of sexual fantasies. With some hesitation, you admit to Jack that you sometimes wish you were his slave.
He seems only slightly surprised, and laughs.
'You know, you're probably not serious, but upstairs I've got a contract you might like to see.'
He doesn't say what it is, and continues to watch the television. You go up to his room, ruffling through his files, until you find a heavy contract.
It's a large, formal sheet of legal paper, on which is written a contract in which one person signs all their belongings to the other, and becomes their indentured slave for the rest of their life