A nice discussion.

Catherine fumbled and almost dropped her empty wine glass before putting it on the table. She let out an exaggerated sigh and put her head on his shoulder. "That red wine's catching up," she slurred. "Mmm, feeling pretty buzzed. I had an idea for a game we can play."

"A game?"

She clumsily turned and pulled him with her onto the cheap faux crushed-velvet couch in the corner of that backroom. Catherine slipped her hand between his legs and began to gently stroke.

"On your turn, you get to ask me anything you want - really probe deep, like a root canal. You know I don't care. On my turn, I get to ask you questions."

"But only one of us can lie," Rick pointed out.

"I did the reading," she whispered into his ear. "Once it really sinks in that you can tell me anything, you'll pour your guts out. Everyone does. Now ask."

"Do you regret marrying me?"

It took a second of thought before Catherine nodded. "A little, yeah. I think that's the first time I've acknowledged that, even to myself."

"Why?" Rick demanded.

Catherine actually laughed. "Oh, Rick, babe. Look at you and look at me." She gestured to their respective bodies, chuckling wryly at her own candor. "Man, my filter is just obliterated."

Rick didn't see the humor. "Then why did you fucking marry me?"

She was too out of it to notice the telltale signs he was getting upset, like an uptick in swearing. She smiled lovingly at him.

"Don't you see?" she asked. "That's what makes it meaningful! Statistically, I'm way out of your league. We both know it. My income is nearly seven times yours."

"Income?" Rick demanded skeptically.

"Rick, you are a handsome man, but fucking look at me." She laughed again and gestured to her body. "Man, I fucking love these drops. No second-guessing or worrying about how I sound. Objectively speaking, I am a fucking catch."

Suddenly she had an epiphany. "Oh, Rick, you have fucking got to do this. It's so good for you. Oh, my God, babe, imagine being free of the need for your grandfather's approval."

"What are you talking about? Just because I-"

"Listen to his stories for hours, fishing for compliments like you're trying to exonerate our entire generation by personally kissing one boring old man's ass?"

"Goddamn, these drops are spicy. Your turn."

Catherine thought for a second, swaying gently. "Hrmm... Oh, I know! Have you ever been tempted to cheat on me?"

He eyed her coolly. "...yes," he finally admitted.

She was delighted at having pried another secret from him. "I thought so! Who was it? What happened?"

He cleared his throat, still not fully able to overcome the awkwardness of the conversation. "Well... remember Amanda? From my last job?"

She gasped, the **** adding a touch of melodrama to her mannerisms, and then grinned wide. "Amanda? With the amazing ass? Oh my God, Rick, she's even hotter than me!" She held up a fist in midair and Rick looked at it with confusion. It took him several seconds to realize what she wanted, and he dutifully gave her a fist bump. She retracted her fist and demanded details.

"God, it's weird to fist-bump my wife over nearly having an affair... I don't know, it wasn't anything really overt. She was just always trying to get me to stay out late with her after happy hour and stuff. And at that one conference in Denver..."

Catherine leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. "...did you get to touch her ass? I'll be it felt amazing."

"Jesus, no!" Rick spat. "No, she just... she invited me up to her hotel room." His voice became slightly quieter. "...and I went. We didn't do anything, but she made it pretty clear she wanted to. I'm so sorry, babe."

Now Catherine was confused. "Sorry? Why would you be sorry? For turning down an amazing lay because you love me? If anything, you get brownie points for that! Seriously though, did you kiss or anything?"

Rick suddenly felt exhausted. "No, nothing like that. I guess I never thought of it that way. Hey, we should probably head home soon, huh?"

She giggled and booped his nose. "Yeah, I'm pretty drunk. Want another quick blowjob before we go? Or you could fuck my ass. Whatever you feel like, hon."