( The sudden squeeze of his hands brings Sunday's back up at him. He can't fathom how difficult it could be in here holding a relationship, let alone a marriage. Chalk it up to him being indoctrinated to certain...Beliefs. Not that those matter in here anymore - letting go isn't easy. He glances down at his helping hands again, squeezing them back. )

So masturbating doesn't count, then. Well. If your husband is alright with that arrangement, then I don't see how I could refuse the offer. What do I owe you when those instances arise?

( He's just making sure there isn't any fine print. )