I've been listening to you talk about your marriage for weeks. I'm not going to fix it. I'm going to slide my panties off right in front of you, put them in your hand, and tell you to make a mess in them while your wife is twenty feet away.
I keep my face close to yours the whole time, telling you exactly what I'd do to you if we had more than a few minutes, exactly how fast to go, exactly how much you've been wanting this. Then I count you down and tell you to cheat on her while you let go — long, hard, everything you've been holding back all year.
And you'll be back next week. We both know that.
