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then.”
    “Well, now I’m not.”
    She cut her eyes from him to the tray ceiling and waited, tapping her foot.
     She then returned her squinting sights to his frowning face. “So
     you’re just gonna change your mind now that I’m wearing your ring?
     You know I want a family. I want you and I want children. But I also wanna do
     all that with you because you said you were cool with me having my fun. I had
     fun the night I met Miki at the strip club when she was dancing a few years ago,
     and I have fun now. No harm. She and I are close friends. I’m not prepared
     to give up the option of experiencing her as my part-time lover. It’s just
     a little icing on the cake. I love my cake. But sometimes the frosting is
     sweeter.” She stood, walked to him, and bumped his knee with her leg.
     “Greg, come on now. You of all people should know what I mean.
     You’ve hit every crevice of her pussy and counted da pimples on da booty
     enough times yourself, so stop trippin. I surely don’t know why
     you’re complaining now.”
    “Well, I am.” His arms remained crossed.
    “Look, I already cut out Ferrari for you. But I’m not cutting out
     Miki. So you think about that and let me know what the deal is.” She
     walked over to the window and pushed up a horizontal wooden slat, peeking
     outside at the upscale neighborhood.
    He said to her back, “Hell, you’d just throw us away so you can
     be with some woman every now and then. What’s up with you?”
    She faced him. “I need to be asking what’s up with you?
     You’d throw away being husband and wife because I’m with a woman
     every now and then? You? The man who won freak of the year in
     college?”
    He twisted his chair left to right and back, again and again. “That was
     then. I got all that nonsense out of my system, and now that I’m thirty,
     I’m good. But you need to ask yourself how you’d handle it if the
     shoe were on the other foot. What if we’d had a threesome with some guy
     and now I want to creep with him just for fucking fun. You’d lose your
     damn mind. I’ll bet you’d throw away being husband and wife if that
     happened, if I left the house to go have sex with some dude and asked you to
     understand.”
    “That’s not the same thing.”
    “That’s exactly the same thing.”
    She again sat on the soft arm of the love seat, gave a long exhale, and
     crossed her legs. “First of all, you know as well as I do that a woman
     being with a woman is not seen as the same as a man being with a man. I can deal
     with a little same-sex action between men, but the whole thought of a man
     letting another man penetrate his ass is way different. Second of all,
     you’re the one who convinced me to join a detox group to shake my
     addictions, and I admitted I needed to. And not because you threatened to end
     this, but because I knew I had a problem. But now it sounds like you’re
     holding this thing with Miki over my head and threatening to leave anyway. I
     mean, damn, Greg. What’s the deal?”
    “The deal is I just can’t understand why this is so important to
     you. We’ve had our fun. It’s time to get serious and get ready to
     act right. But, damn, I just have to ask you. Are you in love with Miki, or
     what?” He ceased twisting.
    She uncrossed her legs and spoke a notch louder. “Oh, hell no, of
     course not. I don’t want a relationship with her. It’s just
     recreational. My goodness. Most men would be happy to have a woman who had a
     chick on the side.” She talked with her hands. “I’m bisexual.
     I can’t just shake that like you treat a cold. I mean, I just can’t
     help it. And making people stop being attracted to the same sex is not what
     Sexaholics is about. And besides, if it’s not Miki, it’ll be someone
     else. You said you’d rather it be her, and now you sound like you’re
     threatening to leave again after almost eight years, like it’s an
     ultimatum. Damn. I’m trying to shake this