7 - Closing Vignette
The sun had set early that day, and now the moon was out in full amongst the dark clouds. Light snow gently coalesced on the ground in the still of night. Raymond and Debra were now getting ready for bed, tired from their emotionally charged day.
As Debra slipped into the covers, Ray shut off the TV and turned to his wife. Make-up sex was on the horizon. At least, that was his plan.
Leaning in, Ray began to kiss her under the neck. She giggled but pulled away slightly. "Wait, wait. I want to ask you something first."
Ray closed his eyes and let his head drop all the way back, banging it on the wooden post of his bed. "Nevermind then, Deb. I have a back-up date with Sportscenter anyways."
As he began to reach for the remote, Debra whacked him in the arm. "Come on!!"
He dropped the remote and sighed. "Alright, fine. What is it?"
She took a deep breath. "Okay... lets say Jodi was coming on to you in the office, but you weren't married. Would you have slept with her?"
Ray stared at her for a long, long moment. Finally, he asked, "...What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer it," Debra insisted.
He shook his head fervently. "Gaah... no, no, I'm not answering that. Why do you always ask this stuff? We've done this before and it always turns out bad."
"Okay, okay fine. Just tell me this though- did you like touching her when she was up against you?"
Ray groaned. "No! Of course not," he replied quickly. A little too quickly.
She rolled her eyes. "Alright, now you're just lying."
He threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "Come on! This is entrapment! What did you want me to say? That I liked it?"
"So you did like it, then!" Debra remarked. She gave him a look of disdain, then grabbed her end of the blanket and rolled in the opposite direction, facing away from Ray. "Idiot."
Ray looked down at her. "Does this mean we're not having sex?"