A/N: If you were Regina would go head to the strip club for a confrontation? I don't know if she's right or wrong, but I know it's the "write" thing for me to do…

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Luckily, Kathryn wasn't eating or drinking while Regina was sharing her rather personal life update, or otherwise she probably would have choked or spit wine across the table. Regina was impressed that Kathryn remained relatively calm, considering just how tawdry the events sounded when Regina stuck to telling only the facts.

Kathryn wasn't replying. Regina twisted her hands together in her lap, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She hated to share personal things, but at the same time she'd never really had something so juicy and shareworthy as she did today.

The silence stretched on as Kathryn's face went through a number of contortions. Finally, she widened her eyes and let out a big breath. "Okay, so…where to start? Wow, first of all, Regina..."

"What?" Regina perched on the edge of her seat and leaned closer, trying to get a handle on what her friend was thinking.

"I mean…just, you've been holding out on me!" Kathryn blurted louder than necessary. "So this student—erm, stripper—how did-? Yeah, HOW?"

Regina shook her head in confusion, "I don't understand the question."

After a few more deep breaths and an awkward interruption from the server who finally, and mercifully took their drink order – a bottle of merlot—Kathryn tried again.

"Okay, so you met your student who is also a stripper and she sat on your lap. Then somewhere along the line you figured you wanted to…sit on her face?"

"No! Nothing like that…" Regina tried to defend herself. She was starting to think she was crazy. She had real and powerful feelings for Emma.

"So…you haven't sat on her face?" Kathryn asked with a smirk and fire in her eyes.

"Not yet."

"Ah- ha! God, you're a horny little beotch!" Kathryn exclaimed much louder than necessary, turning a few of their fellow diner's heads.

Regina replied with melancholy, "That's what she said…"

The wine arrived and the waiter poured a sample, Kathryn tried swirled it and gave it sniff. Then after she tasted it, she casually asked the waiter, "Do you think my friend here could date a 21-year-old?"

Regina wanted to crawl under the table and die of embarrassment. Kathryn was acting like this was a game. She glared at the confused waiter, who was an older man in his late 40s, daring him to respond negatively.

"I divorced my wife over a younger woman and she took me for everything I had in the divorce—but it was worth it," he grinned merrily and finished pouring the wine. "I'll leave you two ladies to your conversation."

This was all going to take some time to process, and Kathryn was staring at her intently. Regina didn't know what to say. She had finally summoned up the courage to ask for help, and now she was being judged harshly by her best friend.

"We're going to eat fast and you're going to tell me every detail of how you got yourself into this crazy situation and then we are going to wherever your hot young naked chick is, because yes, I have got to meet this woman.," Kathryn stated excitedly as she took charge and laid out the plan.

"So I went to the strip club with some colleagues from work, and quickly realized that the best dancer there was one of my students…" Regina told the story to the best of her ability. She did leave out the part about her uncontrolled lustful thoughts and desperation.

Kathryn only interjected a few times with questions about Regina's newfound attraction to women. Honestly, she'd always been attracted to women more than men, but there was something irresistible about Emma. She was irresistible when she was being sweet, sexy and honest, and another kind of maddening irresistible when she was acting aloof, cold and dismissive.

Regina went through the liquid latex, mentioned she had a couple run ins with Kathryn's ex-husband, David, and also that Emma seemed to be friends with that cheating whore, aka: David's new wife, Mary Margaret.

"I'm not going to acknowledge that man, or his mousy little home wrecker," Kathryn commented on that admission.

When Regina finally got to the end of the story, also leaving out most of the explicit elements, although Kathryn was quite intrigued by the liquid latex and the fact that this Emma convinced Regina to wear it, citing the time years ago when she refused to take off her swimsuit cover up on a beach trip: Miss Modest is what they had called her.

It didn't matter because Regina had turned a new lesbian leaf in life and was ready for anything. She hoped. In one night she felt like she had been so brave and opened herself up so much, and Regina tried to explain that to Kathryn.

"You should really tell this story to my therapist, Dr. Hopper. I'll give you his card, he would have a field day picking your brain. This is great stuff," Kathryn said as she slugged down the rest of her glass of wine and pulled a chunk of pisano off the loaf, dipping it liberally in oil.

"I don't need to see a therapist," Regina lamented, feeling as through Kathryn was kind of missing the point.

"No, you're going to need to see your lawyer- me," Kathryn poured another glass of wine and topped Regina's off as well. "I mean really? She's a student…aren't you worried that people will find out and you'll get fired?"

"I know it's against the rules, but plenty of teacher's date students… it's not like she's underage."

"It's abuse of privilege and now you're in so deep that you're making excuses for your behavior."

Regina realized Kathryn was probably right about that. She took a long drink from her wine glass and blinked absently, completely torn over what to do. Perhaps Emma's apparent rejection was for the best. She should just let it go, and try to move on. Even if Kathryn was dropping truth bombs, Regina still wanted to know her opinion on why Emma had rushed her out.

"Do you think it was real though? For Emma?" Regina blinked back tears and bit her lip, as she held in a sorrowful breath. Regina needed closure- she couldn't accept that Emma could be that cruel to hop on her and then drop her in the morning. She just didn't know.

"I think we need to get our asses over to the strip club and ask her honestly—even if it was just a one-night thing, she owes you an answer," Kathryn had come to a decision, and she was looking ready to turn it up. Regina's stomach did summersaults while she tried not to think about what was about to happen.