"She was really expecting make up sex, wasn't she?" Lauren asks, shaking her head.

"Why not?" I answer. "It's worked every other time."

"Would it have worked if I wasn't along," she asks.

"I don't know." I put my hand on her thigh as I smile. "With three or four gorgeous, willing females waiting at home, maybe not." She playfully slaps my hand away with a laugh.

"I wanted to talk to you about that," she says, turning in her seat so she's almost facing me. I've been expecting this conversation ever since the blowjob last night.

"Lauren," I say, preempting her, "you should think long and hard about how...