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“Do you think it's this intense because of the sneaking around?” she asked him.
“We're not sneaking around now are we?” he asked, caressing her cheek before leaning in for a kiss.
She still knew what marriage meant. She still believed in its value. She still wanted it for herself. But suddenly, none of that really made any difference.
Backtrack a couple of weeks. Claire, Bianca, Lisa and I were at the Writer's Bar, waiting for dinner at Jaan. Lisa was talking about this guy she'd been seeing on and off, Mr. Smith. Well, seeing isn't exactly the right term, seeing as he lives across the country.
“We do other things,” she said, arching her brow.
“Like what?” Bianca asked, sipping a preemptive glass of wine. “Phone sex?”
Lisa laughed, “you could call it that.”
She pulled out her phone and dialed some numbers before putting the phone on speaker and setting it on the small table.
“What are we doing now, Sarah?” a deep voice purred. “Tell Lisa what we're doing.”
“You're fucking me,” a female voice responded with a quiet moan.
“Louder, Sarah,. You want her to hear you, don't you?”
“You're fucking me!” Sarah screamed.
The Writer's Bar was empty, but that one got the bartender's attention.
“How am I fucking you?”
“Your big cock is deep in my as—”
“OK, enough!” said Claire hanging up on the call.
She looked at Lisa, wide-eyed, “that guy is over the edge. Do we know anything else about him yet?”
“Nope,” responded Lisa. “And we don't want to know.”
“I still think he's married,” Claire said, sipping her wine. “He's hiding a wife and three kids somewhere in Manhattan... or wherever he lives.”
“His wife would not do that,” Bianca said, pointing to the phone.
“It could be another woman,” Lisa said.
“Doesn't it bother you?” Claire asked. “I think it's disgusting.”
“It's complicated,” said Lisa.
“This is life, Lisa,” Claire said. “This isn't Facebook. What's so complicated? He could be married. You're getting in the way of that.”
“I am not getting in the way of anything!” Lisa said. “People love and people marry. But companionship and commitment are not sex. Sometimes you need a little sex. It doesn't have to change the way you function in your established relationship. You have a partner who loves you and gives you warmth and comforts you and you have one who rides you like you were born to be ridden. So what?”
“You know what the problem is?” I asked, suddenly. “People look for everything in one person. What if you can't have a best friend and a passionate love and a tyrant and a doting husband all in one?”
“Who wants a tyrant?” Claire asked.
Lisa and I raised our hands.
“Weirdos.”
“It's complicated,” Lisa said again.
“Like on Facebook,” I added.
“So what then, it's fine to sleep with everyone else's husband's?” Claire asked. “That's bullshit.”
Claire looked at me, “Anaiis—that's bullshit. You're married. How would you really feel if you found your husband was having an affair?”
“That depends.”
“Depends?” Claire asked. “Depends on what?”
“Depends on whether he wanted to leave or simply needed a... supplement. Depends on how I found out. Depends on who it was. Depends on the position of the planets at the time of disclosure and the number of retweets I've had that day.”
Lisa laughed.
“No, seriously?” I asked. “I have told him he may find himself doing this one day. We're human. You can't account for everything. But there is one huge thing—besides the usual health precautions.”
“What's that—don't fall in love?” Lisa asked.
“No, you can't really help that,” I said. “When it happens, it happens. No, the one thing is to never, ever let me find out. Ever.”
“So you would rather not know,” Claire said. “Like somehow it doesn't change anything.”
“It doesn't have to,” I said. “If you manage your new relationship energy well, it shouldn't. I can't, but some people can. So why not? Why not get everything? Some people say it even helps.”
“We need more drinks.” Lisa said, turning toward the bar.
“I'm having an affair.” Bianca blurted out.
No one said anything. Lisa turned back slowly and looked at me for a split second before turning back to Bianca. I wondered for a moment if she felt a little awkward. Lisa was good friends with Claire and I, but she'd only just started getting to know Bianca. I ventured a look at Claire.
“What are we doing here?” Claire asked. She looked furious. “What is the point? We look for guys that we can connect with and be with—for what? Obviously none of it means anything if we're cheating on them and sleeping with
