"No, that other time..."

Thomas poses the question gigglingly, she knows his wife weak spots.

She frowns for a moment, than sighs and smiles.

"No, that other time... It was late... The train was almost deserted, and you had sent me a message saying you had to work late... Remember?" She stumbles in the words like she doesn't want to be too explicit, she's blushing.

"Oh, you mean when I did you that stupid prank..."

The reference is obvious, how Thomas could forget about something like that?

"Yeah, that time... "

"What about that? I think I to have apologized at least a hundred already... Come on, I even bought you flowers the day after..."

The fact that Thomas looks so uninterested to this little cofessions of hers is steadily getting on Clara's nerves, but she planned this from back home, she can't back off now.

"It's not that...There is something I've never said to you about that evening, and I want to confess it right now." She blurts out, instantly regretting her about the loudness of her voice.

Thomas stares at her blankly, relaxing on the sunbead.
At least this time she is not angry with him.

"When at first you pressed yourself against me and covered my mouth with your hand, I was scared... terrified, actually... I though I was gonna die for a moment, you know?" She pauses.

"I'm sorry, I was stupid I know ... " He replies quietly before she could end the sentence.

"Shut up and listen, would you?"

Thomas is taken aback by his wife sudden change of attitude. He steadies on the sunbed, now intrigued and ready to give all of his attention to her.

"When I felt your erection pressing against me ... I felt ... aroused. Guiltily aroused, I may add, but aroused nonetheless..."

"And so I dragged you in the toilette and... I wasn't ovulating at all that day, you know..."

The little revelation suprises Thomas, however he knows it's not all.
But Clara stalls, she's trying hard to find the right words.

"Well ... why didn't you tell me that? I felt terrible in the days after... "

"I was embarassed ... "

"Why?"

"Because I... I've got aroused before knowing it was you ..."

Thomas looks at his wife, confused.
She appears to have give deep thought to all of this, so he waits for her to finish what she need to say.

"I know it was wrong ... It's horrible, but I couldn't understand it even myself ... " She continues, keeping her eyes down.

"Babe, chill out... It is not like you cheated on me or something, relax..." Says preplexed Thomas.

Inside he chuckles amused. Oh, if he actually felt that way every time he thought of sex with other womens...
Silly, lovely Clara!

"Yeah, I know ... kind of at least... The point is, do you rember what happend later in the toilette?"

"Well, you seemed possessed... in a good way I mean... And I was shocked that you wanted to do it there. I honesyly still think it was the best angry sex we ever had!"
He grins involuntarily at the thought.

"It wasn't angry sex, love ... I wasn't angry, I mean, not with you at least ... " Continues Clara, again blushing slightly.

"Well, I'm glad you told me." Thomas interrupts her, taking her hands in his own.

"Feeling better now?"

"No, you are not listening to me ... I'm saying that I got turned on by the tought of a stranger assaulting me in a public bathroom, Thomas!"

Thomas for the first time notices the rage seething beneath Clara's words.
He lets her hands go involuntarily.

"If we want to get things between us going again, maybe we need a little shock treatment. Mabye I need it..."

She says looking at him, biting her lips in wait.
She feels so vulerable while Thomas brain realizes the implications of her revelations.

"Clara, my love ... I-I'm not sure of how I would react in seeing you with another man... You can't really ask me something like that..."