Go outside for some fresh air*

Your head feels like it's swimming. First, you're blindsided with a photo of your wife screwing another man's brains out, and now Shauna is telling you the secret to a happy marriage is just pretend your spouse isn't cheating on you? You really need to clear your head.

"I'm going outside. I need some fresh air," you say as you stand up from the table.

"I understand. It's a lot to process. I'll be right here if you need me," Shauna says as you walk out the door.

Squinting against the bright sun, you take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. It's a beautiful day, and you're already starting to feel better. Placing one foot in front of the other, you walk down the path to the sidewalk. Moving your feet helps you think, so why not go for a walk around the block? As your feet carry you in the direction of Shauna's house, your mind begins to process what she was trying to tell you.

Why shouldn't I be okay with Suzy sleeping with other people? I mean, I do it all the time. Even when I'm with someone else, I still love her just as much. I don't have any reason to suspect that she doesn't love me too. Why am I still so angry though?

You're so lost in thought you barely hear Vanessa singing to herself as she carries a basket full of dirty clothes from her house to yours. She doesn't seem to be paying attention to where she's going either.

"I hate laun-dry, I hate laun-dry, I hate laun-dry, yuck yuck... Oh!" she cries out in surprise as you absentmindedly bump into her basket, knocking it out of her hands and spilling the soiled garments all over the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Vanessa," you apologize as you snap back to reality.

"It's okay, Mr. Jones. They were already dirty. Just, watch where you're going please, will ya?" she says as she bends over to pick up several pieces of underwear. You take a moment to admire her young physique before bending down to help.

"I'm just a little... distracted," you say apologetically.

"I don't blame you after seeing that photo. I had no idea Mrs. Jones was so... oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay. I'm just... trying not to think about it too much," you tell her as you gather up the last of the spilled laundry.

"Trying not to think about it, huh? Well... maybe I can help you take your mind off it," she says. Her body language shifts subtly. The playful tone of her voice sounds more mature and suggestive.

"What do you have in mind?" you ask. She only smiles in response. With a brief tilt of her head towards her house, she picks up her basket and turns around to walk back in the direction she came from.

"You coming?" she asks over her shoulder as she sways her hips enticingly. Your feet begin moving again, following her all the way back to her front door.