A new development.

What Janie doesn't know about is the recent change in tone of Rick's texts. About six months ago, after confiding in you about the failing state of his own marriage, he began complimenting you on your appearance. No, you hadn't texted him any more pictures, but he had been browsing the ones that you'd uploaded to Facebook, and he has hinted at wanting to see more like the one you sent him on that night five years ago.

Maybe you should have discouraged his flirtatious behavior, but it was very flattering, so you reciprocated it instead. He just seemed so depressed when talking about his wife! You wanted to make him feel better, not worse. You definitely shouldn't have promised to send him another erotic photo of yourself, especially if you had no intention of following through with it, but that was months ago, and he hasn't pressed you on the matter. Can you expect that same lack of pressure in regard to Janie's text? You hope so, but you'll need to perform some damage control either way. You can't believe that she did this!

"What do I do now?" you ask her, not really expecting any helpful response. She gives you an exaggerated shrug and a smirk.

"I guess you should probably suck his dick," she says, mockingly, before bursting into laughter again.

"I don't want to suck his dick!" you scream.

"You did."

"I did nothing of the sort!"

"You did want to, I mean, and please... you did plenty of 'the sort' with other guys."

"That was years ago! Just because you still want to bring random guys home from the bar every night doesn't mean I'm still like that. I'm not like you anymore."

Janie rolls her eyes at this. "Just tell him the truth, then. Tell him it was me. God, it's not that big of a deal."

"I will," you say, but given the inappropriate nature of your recent discourse, you're not sure if he'll believe you. You can't believe you allowed yourself to get caught up in that. You feel so stupid, and you're going to feel even stupider having to explain Janie's text to Rick. "Get the fuck out of my house," you tell her.

She huffs and stomps out, leaving you alone to stare at the text on your screen. Part of you wants to get ahead of the situation and text him again immediately. Another part wants to wait for his reaction, and then respond accordingly, or maybe it just wants to delay the embarrassment.