The woman

She wasn't as mad at Nick as she claimed. After all, how could she have expected him to not stare at her chest, when Jessie had been doing the same thing. She was straight, she reminded herself again, as visions of the woman filled her head, except for that one time in college, she was straight. And besides, she had been drinking. Sure, she never got drunk that easily, but she had probably been weaker to **** back then.

Still, her fantasy was persistent, and she couldn't stop herself from imagining the woman, slowly stripping off her clothes. And as for her husband, well...