My phone vibrates in my pocket while Michael's finger is stimulating my clit during a repeat viewing of Fifty. The reviews are terrible, but I‘m still a fan. I can never get enough of that movie. Michael is my Christian. I’m going to have to buy it, theatre pricing is killing me. The curiosity of who texting me is killing me so I come up with an excuse to go to the bathroom to check my texts. I ask Michael if he wants anything from the concession stand, he says he’s fine.

I get up and walk quickly out of the dark theatre. I pull my phone out of my...