Are you fucking kidding me?

I knew it.

Hello? Hello?

Yeah, so...

The fuck? This motherfucker

fucking hanging up on me.

Are you gonna fucking answer your phone? Hello?

Fuck. I knew it.

Finally.

Hey, yeah. So are you gonna fucking explain

to me? Oh. Oh.

Yes. Mr. Pistol.

I'm so sorry. Um, that

wasn't for you. I totally

forgot you were coming by to fix something.

Oh, you're here right now?

Okay, cool. Yeah. Um,

I'll go let you in. Just

give me a second. Perfect.

See you soon. Sorry I yelled

at you on the phone. Don't worry about it.

Uh, you know,

the fridge just needs a little

part I could go get. It

shouldn't be a problem. I had to deal

with the same thing, though. Yeah.

Yeah. I could come back in a few hours

and fix that fridge.

Okay. Yeah. That sounds fine.

Hey, you okay?

I didn't want to say anything,

but now I'm pretty sure something's wrong,

and you sounded upset

on the phone, too. Yeah.

Just some stuff with Mark. Oh.

Um, you could talk

to me. What's going on?

Well, I guess you've always been pretty cool.

I try. Um, I found

this in his pant pocket

today. Always had

kind of an issue,

and I really thought marrying you would change

all that, and he would focus

and be happy, but

I didn't know how wrong I was. I'm so

sorry. I thought the

same thing, but clearly

he has something else going on. Oh,

that's... How you doing?

I'm okay. I guess.

I don't know. He's a great provider

and all, but... Yeah. I'm looking for

more than that. Yeah. Of course.

I couldn't tell. Like, all the times

we went out and did stuff, I thought everything

was great. You both seemed so happy, and

obviously I thought it was

being fulfilled, and you

were in everything, but wow, this is

a big pill

to swallow. I'm really sorry.

Yeah, and we haven't fucked

in over six months.

That's horrible.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Um, wow.

Wow. Six months.

That's a long time.

That is

a long time, and from someone

on their third divorce,

I know for a fact that is

a very long time. Wow,

Mr. Pistol, you are

divorced, so... I guess.

Wouldn't you like a blowjob or something?

Oh, okay. That

escalated really fast.

Um, I

don't really

don't know if I want to...

I don't think that would ruin anything.

Yeah, but

man, six months with

you. Six months. And not

doing anything. You know

I have needs. I can only

imagine the needs you have.

And him not

taking care of them is crazy.

I think this could be

a learning experience.

I agree. Right?

I think you need to

be fulfilled,

and I think you deserve

whatever you want.

If we do this, it can only

happen. Once is enough

for me. Is it?

Oh, wow. Okay. Hmm.

You're really serious. Yes.

It has been a while for me.

Mm-hmm. And me.

Let's fix both of our issues.

I'm ignoring this.

Yes, he is. What the fuck is wrong with him?

Yeah. Fucking Mark.

Once the eyes started

going, it just... I know.

Yeah.

That is so fucking pretty.

Can I? Yes.

May I? Yes.

Mm. God.

Mm. Did this help get you?

Yeah. Yeah? Yeah.

Totally. You better? You feel better? A little better?

Okay.

Except one time, but...

I don't want you banging some stranger.