Q

Their holiday had been anything but relaxing. Oh, they'd put in a good effort but the universe had conspired against them, first in Florida, then on the island. There was always work to be done. And now that they were back it seemed MI6 was determined to make them make up for all they'd missed.

However, on their vacation Bond had finally come to realize he did have an interest in learning about Q's proclivities. He wanted to know what was good about the 'scene'. He wanted to understand. And so Q had called Hex and had made arrangements. The young nurse was a bit nervous and swore he was no great teacher, but had ultimately agreed to allow Bond to join them. They set a time and at that night nine o'clock found them all in a private room at Hitch. Neither Bodn nor Q wore the dress code clothing, but Hex did. He came in heavy boots, a jock and chaps and a harness under his leather jacket. They made polite conversation a bit and then things became more serious.

"What do you want to learn?" he asked Bond.

"Everything," the older agent replied. "I want to know what he likes. I want to learn what I'd enjoy...why do you like it?"

Hex was quiet for a minute. Then he smiled. "I like the control," he said. "I like having his trust, I like being in control of him and of myself. It's not really even about sex. Not with Q, it's not. It's about...it's about feeling alive."

"Show me," Bond said, then he took a seat in the corner.