Forget about her, Bradley Majors. Forget about that silly, slutty girl who just had to go off and screw Rocky. Forget her stupid giggle and her flouncy, perfect hair and how she clung to your arm. Forget you loved her, so her cheating won't break your heart.
Brad could hardly believe his fiancee. He took off his glasses, wiped them, replaced them. Had to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, that Janet really was naked with... that creature.
Moreover, Brad, better forget about Frank, about how good it felt to be inside him. We want to forget that indiscretion, right?
...Right?