He can't decide.

A bunch of locations ran circles in John's head. He could picture himself with Laura a million different places, doing a million different things, with her wearing a million different sexy outfits... Or not. Finally, he decided it would just be better to be honest with her.

"Laura?" he called out.

"Yeah, John?" she replied, looking over her shoulder back at him.

"I have to be honest with you," he said. "When Taylor told you I'd take you out today, that was her idea. Not only was she not repeating something I'd said, but she hadn't even discussed it with me. I'd love to take you to a movie, to a restaurant, or any of a million other things... But I just don't have anything planned."

She looked away for a minute, obviously thinking. Then, she turned to face him again.

"That's OK," she told him.

"Are you sure?!" he asked.

"Not only is it okay," she added. "It's perfect! Come on!"

With that, she grabbed his hand. She then led him down a hall, stopping in front of the door to the guest room she'd been using. Laura opened the door, and John saw bags and suitcases scattered throughout the room.

She gestured for him to enter first. When he had, she followed, closing the door behind him.

"Here we are, John!" she told him. "Here is where we will go today!"

"Laura! This will never work!" he said insistently. "I promised my wife I'd take you out!"

"And you will!" she replied just as strongly. "We'll take each other out!... Of our clothes! And into this bed!"