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Can you believe that? No. I mean, yes, because that is just something she would

do. Where are you going?

Take a shower. Want to join?

When a girl's got relationship problems, they have that one person they always

turn to for advice.

I mean, I can't do it. I have to.

For me, that person was my best girlfriend, Lucy.

But for Lucy, it was someone else.

Therapy. Now?

Yeah. You know what, though?

I think you'd do really good in therapy.

Bye.

Yeah, I know.

The numbers are pretty accurate. It's pretty good.

I wanted to do them just how you like them. No, it's really... You're early.

Only 20 minutes.

Do you want me to wait outside?

It's okay. I can finish up.

All right.

I'll be right back.

I made his reservations at Fleming's.

Okay.

Has he been acting weird lately?

Not that I noticed.

Why?

I don't know. He just seems off.

Like there's something on his mind.

I don't know.

I'm probably just overreacting.

Probably need to be in therapy.

Um, I actually know a really good one.

My sister Jen sees him.

Oh no, I was just kidding.

I don't need therapy.

That's what my sister said, but now she loves him.

He's apparently really good with relationship problems.

And he has a lot of different offices around the city, so he's really

to meet with.

I'll think about it.

By the way, thank you so much for taking good care of my husband.

It's nice to know someone can make him smile.

She said that?

I know.

I don't know if she suspects something or not, but I feel like shit.

I mean, here I am plotting to seduce her husband.

You're not plotting. You're hoping.

Hope is wrong when the other guy is married.

I just wish that night never happened. It didn't happen.

It was a kiss. Calm down.

Kiss or not, I don't want to be the other woman.

Yeah, well, better. I'm the other woman than the married person cheating.

You haven't cheated yet.

Yeah, well, I'm on the verge of it.

What do you mean you're on the verge of it?

It's just what therapists do.

Just repeat everything their clients say and then ask for clarification.

We can't be alone for more than five minutes without touching each other in a

platonic yet completely sexual way.

Exactly how does one do that?

It's like... What they're doing is harmless, but it's just lathered in sex.

Like yesterday, I was doing laundry, and he handed me this shirt

right off his back.

How sexual is that?

Well, if you're doing laundry, not particularly, but... No, but it was the

that it happened.

The way his finger brushed against mine.

It's like I felt a bolt of electricity surging through my body.

And where was your husband during all this?

He was at the gym. That was where Brad was supposed to be.

I just don't know how much longer I can resist it.

I know what you're going to say.

What am I going to say?

That it's dangerous.

That he's my brother -in -law.

That my marriage should be my priority.

What you're feeling sounds more like lust more than anything else.

But you know what the problem with lust is, right?

A girl has to change her panties every five minutes?

It's fleeting.

But it wasn't fleeting, because three months later, there we were, still eye

-fucking each other every time my husband left the house.

So... I kind of feel like I should be paying you guys rent or something. I

want to feel like a freeloader.

You're not a freeloader. You're family.

Besides, I kind of like having you around.

I've noticed.

I can tell.

I

can't.

It was so nice. It was so fun. Oh my God.

It reminds me of exactly what I was thinking.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

Oh,

no.

Yes, yes.

you've always wanted.

Yes, yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. Yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck. Oh,

yes. Give me a heart.

Yeah. Oh, fuck. Yes.

Oh, my God. It's so fucking good.

It's so fucking good. Yeah.

We did it. You did it?

It was the best sex I ever had.

But now he won't even talk to me.

Like he regrets it?

No, like... He got what he wanted and then he moved on.

Anyways, how's your little problem?

Um, it's more of a big problem.

And I don't know what to do.

I told you.

Therapy. I'm not a therapy person.

Everyone says that until they're in therapy.

I hate myself.

I look in the mirror and all I see is this horrible person.

And it's only because his wife is this amazing and nice and beautiful woman.

And I'm just the other woman.

But you're not the other woman yet.

Can you come over?

Oh,

my God. That's how we became.