After that night rehearsals were completely uncomfortable. Becca and I were supposed to be playing best friends, but we couldn't even look each other in the eye without stumbling over our lines.

I was pretty sure the director was about ready to recast the both of us. I didn't blame him, though. Opening night was slowly creeping up on us.

"Alright, let's try this again." The director yelled from the back of the theater.

I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." I yelled back to him. He rolled his eyes.

"I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to get it right." Becca glared at me from the other side of the stage.

"Some of us have places to be." She mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

Before another argument could start the director spoke again.

"From the top of scene three, please. Then we can all get out of here."

The rest of rehearsal ran almost smoothly. When we were finally done I was ready to just sprint out of there and go home. I didn't want to be there any longer than I needed to be.

It made me sad, really. The only place that had been comfortable and safe for me was now one of the places I couldn't stand.

"Okay, we're done. I'm cancelling rehearsals for the next week. I'm going out of town with my wife. Keep singing, keep going over your lines. Becca and Maureen, I don't know what the problem is between the two of you, but you need to get over it. We don't have time for petty fights to get in the way of this show. Thanks for all of your hard work everyone. I'll see you in a week."

With that everyone started to get their things together and walk out. I stood on stage for a second and ran over my options in my head.

I could walk out and ignore the fact that there was a problem with Becca, but avoiding my problems hadn't been working for me yet. I decided to confront her.

"Becca." She tensed visibly.

"What?" Her voice was full of daggers.

I wasn't immediately sure what to say.

"Whatever, Maureen." She turned to walk away.

"We need to talk." I said in a rush. She turned on her heels slowly, her arms crossed over her chest.

"About what? I kissed you, you rejected me, what else is there to talk about?" I wasn't sure why she was angry, but I wasn't going to let her be such a bitch to me.

"There's a lot more to talk about. We were friends before this. Why can't we be friends now?" I took a step closer to her, tilting my head to one side.

"Maureen, I like you. I don't see why we can't just fool around once and a while." She said, pouting. It was my own pout used against me.

"Because it doesn't work that way. I cheated on my last boyfriend and that blew up in my face. I'm getting married, I can't just fuck around." She closed her eyes and nodded.

"Okay, friends. We're going to have to be friends if this show is going to work, right?" She asked with a shrug.

"Of course. Now I have to get home. I've got a girl waiting for me." I gave her a quick hug and then hopped off the stage, heading home.

The great roller coaster relationship what was Joanne and I was on an up. We were along, which is always a good thing when you're getting married to someone. I wasn't sure how long it was going to last, so I decided to take advantage of it.

Her parents planned an engagement parte for us at their country club. I agreed to go and behave, if she came to the Kink Club with me.

The engagement party was tomorrow, so we were going to the club tonight, as soon as I got home.

When I got to our building I almost ran to the elevator. I was excited. Even before Joanne and I started dating I wanted her to go to the Kink Club with me.

She always laughed it off, telling me that it wasn't her thing. It made me smile knowing that she loved me enough to go with me, even if she didn't want to.

I walked into the apartment and tossed my purse on the couch, shedding my jacket.

"Joanne?" I called, hoping that she was home from work. I was ready to party.

"In here." She answered from the bedroom.

I skipped into the bedroom happily. I couldn't wait to get Joanne out of the apartment. Joanne was sitting at her desk, shuffling through some papers that looked extremely important.

I snuck up behind her and slid my arms around her neck, nibbling on her ear.

"Hey, baby." I whispered softly in her ear. She shivered. I loved when she did that.

"Hey." She dropped her papers and rubbed her hands up and down my arms.

"Ready to go?" I asked before kissing her neck. She groaned softly and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Do we have to?" She asked softly.

Pulling my lips from her neck I turned the chair around to face me and straddled her lap. Her eyes went wide for a second, but her hands settled on my hips, pulling me closer to her.

"You promised." I whispered, leaning down close to her lips.

"Maureen..." She almost whined. I kissed her quickly, running my fingers through her hair. Her grip on my hips tightened and she moaned into the kiss.

Breaking away breathlessly I leaned my forehead against hers. She licked her lips and then nodded.

"Fine, let's go." I smiled and kissed her again before climbing out of her lap. She stood and followed me out of the bedroom.

"Honeybear..."

"We don't have to stay long. If you absolutely hate it, then we can come home." I took her hands and kissed her quickly.

"Remember that when we're at the club." She muttered.

The five minute cab ride was made in silence. When we pulled up in front of the club Joanne reached into the pocket of her long jacket. I put a gentle hand on her arm.

"Tonight's on me, baby." I said softly. She nodded and slid out of the cab. After paying the cab fee I slid out of the cab after her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Come on, baby. You'll have fun, I promise." I whispered in her ear, dragging her into the club.

Immediately I knew that she was uncomfortable. She tensed and glanced at me. I kissed her quickly and dragged her to the bar. The lights were flashing in time with the music.

"I need a drink." Joanne mumbled, dropping onto a bar stool.

"Try and have fun, baby." I perched on her lap and rested my head back against her shoulder, pulling her arms around my waist.

"Two screaming orgasms, please." I said as the bar tender approached. Joanne glared at me, her eyebrows stretching to her hair line.

"It's a drink, baby." I said with a small laugh.

"Maureen, I'm not getting drunk tonight. One of us has to be sober at the engagement party tomorrow." She said as two screaming orgasms were set in front of us.

"One shot. One shot isn't enough to get you drunk." I said with a giggle, handing Joanne her shot.

"Besides, neither of us needs to be sober tomorrow." I downed my shot, cringing as it burned it's way down my throat.

Joanne took her shot hesitantly, her eyes on me.

"See, it's not that bad." I whispered in her ear before biting it softly. Her grip tightened on my waist, pulling me closer.

"Are you ready to go yet?" She whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, Pookie. Don't you want to dance?" I asked, kissing her on the cheek softly.

"Maureen..."

"You know you want to dance. Just one dance and then we can leave. I'm not going to be able to leave early tomorrow." I pouted, batting my eyelashes at her.

She rolled her eyes and pushed me off of her lap.

"Let's go." She slid her jacked off and dropped it onto the barstool.

I smiled and took my jacket off too, taking hand and leading her to the dance floor. My arms immediately slid around her waist and pulled her close. She tensed up and looked around, checking to see if anyone was watching us.

"Baby, nobody cares." I whispered, running my fingers through her hair.

I slowly started to sway my hips in time with the music, moving her hips with my hands. Joanne gave me a warning look, arching an eyebrow at me.

"Joanne, relax." I said, walking around her and wrapping my arms around her from behind, pulling her back against me. She laced her fingers with mine, pulling my arms tighter around her.

"See, this isn't that bad." I whispered in her ear, kissing her neck slowly. She tensed again and then relaxed, sighing softly.

I smiled against her neck as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair.

"See baby, I told you that you'd have fun here." I said, spinning her in my arms and pulling her close, kissing her.

She groaned into my mouth and pulled me closer.

"I guess you were right." She said, pulling away from me.

"Exactly." I said, kissing her again. She pulled away before she let the kiss get to heated.

"We shouldn't do this here." She whispered as I slid my hand underneath her shirt, caressing the small of her back.

"Look around. We're tame compared to everyone else in here." She looked around and seemed shocked to find that everyone else was practically having sex around us.

"I think I need another drink." She said, running her fingers through her hair.

"What can I get you?" I asked, resting my head on her shoulder.

"A screaming orgasm?" She asked, almost shy. I smiled against her neck.

"Somebody's getting into the spirit of the night." I mumbled before walking off to the bar.

I could feel her eyes on me as I leaned onto the bar.

"Two screaming orgasms." I said to the bar tender with a bored yawn.

"Only two?" I felt a hand on her ass and I jumped.

I knew it wasn't Joanne. Joanne would have hugged me and whispered in my ear, not walk up to me and grope me.

"Well, I'm sure I'll be having more later tonight." I said, turning to look at the woman standing behind me.

I laughed the second I looked at her. She was wearing a rubber bra and a pair of rubber pants that looked like they had been painted on her.

"Someone sounds sure of herself." The woman said as the bar tender set my shots down in front of me.

"Oh, I am." I said as she picked up the shot closer to her. She took the shot slowly, her eyes locked on mine, trying to be seductive.

"My girlfriend is great in bed." I whispered. She choked.

I picked up Joanne's shot and turned to take it to her, a smug smile on my face. I scanned the club three times before I came to the conclusion that she had left me there.

Downing the shot I grabbed both of your jackets and stormed out of the club. I was angry. I had no idea why she would have left me there.

I took a cab home, knowing that I would beat her there. When Joanne got angry she walked around the city.

As I made my way into our building I pulled Joanne's jacket on over top of my own. It smelled like Joanne and it made me smile.

I curled up on the couch and closed my eyes, waiting for Joanne to get home.

Twenty minutes later the door opened and Joanne stormed in, shivering. I sat up, shedding her jacket and leaving it on the couch as I followed Joanne to the bedroom. She started to change immediately, ignoring me.

"Joanne, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting on the bed.

"I don't want to talk to you." She said, her back to me.

"I didn't do anything wrong." I said, jumping to my feet.

"Anything wrong? You drag me out to that damn club to have fun. And I'll admit, I was having fun." I smiled as she turned to face me. My face fell when I realized that she had been crying.

"Jo?" I asked, taking a step closer to her.

"So there I am, actually having fun and the next thing I know you're all over some other woman, who's wearing RUBBER! What the fuck was I thinking trying to tame Maureen the Drama Queen?"

She was talking more to herself than she was to me, but it still hurt. Joanne climbed into bed and curled up, closing her eyes.

"No." I said, walking around the bed and kneeling next to her. She ignored me again.

"I won't let you ignore me." I said, putting my head next to hers on her pillow.

Her eyes scrunched up as she fought to keep them closed. I ran a finger down her nose gently.

"Maureen..."

"There was no flirting." I said quickly, cutting her off. Her brown eyes opened slowly to meet mine. She opened her mouth to argue with me, but I kissed her before she had the chance, running my fingers through her hair slowly.

"This doesn't make me any less angry at you." She said, setting her jaw.

"You know you love me." I said with a small smile, walking to my dresser to change.

"I do love you. But we have things..."

"That we need to talk about. I know. After the party tomorrow. I know we can make it. But if we talk about it tonight, we won't get any sleep. Just promise you won't dump me for some gorgeous, intelligent, successful lawyer your parents want you to be with."

I slid into bed and curled up on my side, looking at her. She turned over slowly, resting her hand on my hip.

"I promise, but we have some things that we need to work on. We have issues." She said with a small laugh.

"Oh, I know. We're a strange couple." I said, settling my hand on her hip.

I wanted to say more, wanted to open up to her, let her know what I was really felling, tell her how much I loved her.

"Joanne?"

"Shhh. Sleep now, honeybear."

She whispered, closing her eyes.

So I did.