He refuses.

"Honey I can't." Brad insists. "I mean, I'm not twenty anymore. Besides her parents are right over there. Don't you think it's all a little too much?" Angelina shrugs disappointedly.

"James would." She mumbles. Brad's eyebrows pop up. He recognizes Angelina's brother's name.

"What?"

"Nothing." She quickly chimes. "Tell you what sweetie, we won't talk about it again. I'm sorry I brought it up." Brad nods in agreement.

Over the course of the next several weeks, Brad notices something off. Angelina is distant, still caring but a little cold. For two weeks they don't have sex. Finally one morning, she wakes him up in bed.

"Know what I was thinking for today?" She's bright and energetic in the morning. Brad groans. "Maybe we need some alone time. I think we should go out." Brad groans and nods in agreement. "Maybe a nice romantic dinner, the opera or something."

"The opera?"

"It'll be fun." Angelina flashes him a look and smile that he's seen before. He knows what it means. She's not referring as much to the Opera as to what comes after. He is quick to agree.

For the rest of the day, the two go about their business until 6:00 roles around. Brad gets home and throws on a tuxedo. He checks in on Angelina to find she's wearing her hair down and a sparkling, silver, backless dress that shows off the huge tiger tattoo that sits on the small of her back. He walks up and buries his face in her hair.

"Very sexy honey." As he leans in to kiss her neck, the doorbell rings.

"That's the babysitter," Angelina runs toward the door, Brad slowly following, and opens it. In steps the redheaded new girl from next door. Brad flashes Angelina a look. She smiles back innocently. The girl walks up to Brad extending her hand.

"Hi, I'm Michelle." Brad shakes it. Brad is almost releaved she's wearing a pair of jeans, covering up those delicious legs. But she's also wearing a somewhat low-cut pink shirt. Brad takes a glance and notices that her chest is also sprinkled with a few freckles. He looks up too see Angelina catching his glance and smirking.

In a whif, Brad and Angelina are out the door. What was supposed to be a relaxing evening has turned anxious for Brad. The dinner is nice and the opera is long. As they drive home, Brad turns to her.

"I know what you're doing?"

"What do you mean? It wasn't easy getting a babysitter on such short notice. " Angelina spouts out innocently. "I thought you were over all that?" They pull into the driveway and head slowly up the path to the door.

Brad leans into Angelina without looking at her. "You're dying to say something, so just say it."

Angelina acts coy. "C'mon aren't you wondering if her hair is naturally red?" Brad rolls his eyes. Angelina continues, "of course you'd probably prefer it bald right?" Just as they open the door, she adds, "We could always shave her together." They open the door and head into the house. It's quiet. The kids are obviously asleep but they don't find Michelle in front of the TV where they'd expected. "Maybe she ran home for a second. It's no big deal, it's just next door."

Brad and Angelina head upstairs to their bedroom. Angelina lets her dress fall to her feet, exposing only her thong. Brad takes off his shirt. As he unbuttons his pants he hears Angelina giggle. She's standing next to the door to the glamorous master bathroom with her ear pressed against it.

"I think she's taking a bath," Angelina says. Brad shrugs.

"That's fine." After a moment he sees the sinister look on Angelina's face. "I knew you were up to this. I already said no."

"Okay" Angelina is aloof. "You stay here. But I'm going to join her." And in an instant Angelina opens the bathroom door and shuts it behind her. Brad is left annoyed.