The next day

*Mike groggily sat up in bed, finding himself alone. Glancing around, he noticed Blake's side of the bed was empty and rumpled. Strange, he thought, since she rarely woke before him. Rising to start the day, he wandered out to the living area, only to stop short at the sight before him.*

*There was Blake, gloriously naked, hunched over an open box on the coffee table. Bottles of the BLK pills were strewn about haphazardly. One container was open, a few tablets missing. Mike's blood ran cold as realization dawned.*

"What the hell is going on here, Blake?" *he demanded, anger and concern warring in his tone as he strode over.* "And where's Rily? Did she see this?"

*Blake turned to face him, her expression shifting from guilty surprise to defensive irritation.*

*Blake stood up abruptly, not bothering to cover herself. Her eyes flashed with defiance as she faced Mike's accusing glare. The lingering effects of the **** made her movements slightly unsteady, her pupils still slightly dilated.*

"I'm not doing anything wrong!" *she snapped, her voice shrill with agitation.* "I just wanted us to feel amazing together last night. To spice things up a bit. What's the big deal?"

*She took a step towards Mike, her naked body on full display, as if using her sexuality as a weapon.* "Rily's a big girl, she understands these things. I gave her some too, to help her loosen up. God knows that uptight bitch could use it."

*Blake's language grew more vulgar, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor.*

*Mike stood stunned, his mind reeling as he processed Blake's brazen behavior and crude words. This wasn't the woman he'd married, the loving mother and partner he knew. The BLK pills scattered across the table seemed to mock him, a tangible symbol of the strange shift in dynamics within their household.*

*As Blake grabbed a blue silk robe and shrugged it on, her movements still slightly uncoordinated, Mike's thoughts raced. His gaze darted to the open pill bottle, then back to his wife's face, now set in a petulant pout. The idea of simply flushing the **** away was tempting, but fear stayed his hand. If Blake found out, god knows what kind of scene she might cause. And then there was the matter of his illicit tryst with Blake's own mother, Alena.*

*Mike's stomach churned with dread and self-loathing as memories of his encounter with Alena flooded back. The way her experienced hands had explored his body, the wanton moans spilling from her lips as he drove into her... It had been a moment of weakness, a betrayal of everything he held dear. And now, it seemed, that sin was poised to come back and bite him in the most humiliating way possible.*

*He watched helplessly as Blake tied her robe and gathered up her purse, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil she'd created. Or perhaps reveling in it, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.* "I have to get to work," *she announced breezily, as if discussing the weather rather than the bomb she'd just dropped into their lives.* "Don't wait up, I might be late."