No

"No." Ethan decides, somehow digging deep and resisting Layla's wiles.

"Hm," Layla looks mildly surprised. "Why not?"

Ethan didn't think that far. "I'm just... not feeling it today."

"I see..." Layla sips her tea. "Can I tell you a little story?"

"S-Sure?" Ethan wonders how this is going to turn around on him.

"When I was a young woman, younger than you are now, I used to get around quite a bit."

Ethan nods like an idiot. "Okay..."

"Men. Women." She shrugs. "The gray area in between. I was voracious. Fucked myself sore and silly... And then one day... I fell in love. I was still young, of course, and stupid, and I thought I met my soul mate... I do believe in love, Ethan. Always believe that... Anyways. I was head over heels and before I knew it I was engaged. Imagine that?"

Ethan imagines it easily enough.

"Now people who knew me, well, they were shocked! 'Layla Clark? One cock forever and ever for Layla Clark? How will she manage?' The town was buzzing. But I paid them no heed. I was in love and committed. I was committed at the altar. I was committed when I made my vows. I was committed on my wedding night when my hus-" she clears her throat. "Husband and I made love." She gives Ethan a sad look. "I was committed the day I found out I was pregnant."

Ethan shifts in his seat, the weight of the conversation starting to become real.

"And then he stopped touching me," she sips her tea, "I wasn't showing. I wasn't... delicate... He just would. Not. Touch me." She shakes her head. "I tried to speak to him. To seduce him. To- Well, I tried it all. He was not interested."

"Why?" Ethan asks, not able to wrap his head around that.

Layla sips her tea. "Honestly? I don't know. I know his excuses! Too tired. Too busy. Too this, too that... I think he was just... Done. Anyways. That was when my commitment broke. I don't say this out loud often but... I cheated on him."

"Oh."

"Yes. 'Oh'. But I tried to be..." she sighs. "I tried to do it in a way I thought would be more... Delicate."

Ethan raises a brow. "Delicate?"

"It was with a woman."

"Ah."

Layla nods. "Cheating on him with a man felt... Well, it felt more wrong. So I went with a woman. Figured I could sell it as 'indulging my male side'. Heh," she chuckles. "Then it all went to shit. Because I picked the one," she holds up a single finger. "Woman in Green Valley who can't keep her birth control routine in check."

Dots connect in Ethan's head.

"She got pregnant. Now bastards are not rare in this town, oh heavens no, but in a town this size, a secret like that always finds its way out." Layla rubs her forehead. "Hence; my divorce. Now divorce in this town is... icky. Very icky. And as the guilty party, well, I suffered the brunt of the social fallout. Not wanting to deal with it, me, my bastard, or our unborn son... He left, and frankly I don't blame him. I had to scrape together some semblance of a life and do you know whose to blame?"

This feels like a trick question, so Ethan keeps his mouth shut.

"Myself. I fell in love with the wrong man. I couldn't keep my dick in my maternity pants. I couldn't..." she huffs. "I promised myself for Aaron's sake, for S-" she winces, "My daughter's sake, I promised I would keep my head down, my cock away, and I would be the perfect mother..." she shrugs. "And I think I did a pretty good job."

While he can't speak to her daughter, whoever that is, Ethan thinks she certainly did a good job with Aaron.

"But that was a fuck up too, Ethan. I repressed myself for so long that now... I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't know where the hopeless romantic that belie- No, needs love starts, and sex-hungry slut breaker ends." She gives Ethan a look, a longing look. "And I'm sorting it out."

Not sure on what to say, Ethan stays quiet.

"So." Layla nods her head. "I'm going to ask you a question now, Ethan. And this question is very, very important to me. So I want you to think about it and come to me with an answer on," she pauses, her eyes rolling, "Saturday evening."

'The day of the fair', Ethan thinks. Coming to her then would surely black out any other plans he might make that day. "What's the question?"

"Will you," she sighs,"Indulge me?"