Amy answered the door, and there was Ben. He looked rather wavery and upset.

"Ben?" Amy frowned.

"Can-hic-can I come in?" he slurred.

"Uh... sure..." she said hesitantly, moving for him to come in.

"Ben... are you... D-R-U-N-K?"

"Wha?" he asked, confused. "Why are you spelling at me?"

"It's not for yourbenefit," she hissed, "it's for my son's."

"But... I need... I need someone to talk to... and you're all there is left."

Amy's frown deepened. "Wait here," she said, annoyed, and picked up John onto her hip. "I will be right back," she promised, and walked into the den, putting on a Mr. RogersDVD. "Don't move, watch TV a little bit, okay, babe?" she said, and walked back to the kitchen. "You have five minutes." she said, folding her arms over her chest.

"I... thank you... 'm so, so sorry, Amy... It's just... I did a bad, bad thing, and-"

"Yes, you shouldn't have been drinking, you jerk! Much less come around my baby all drunk! What were you thinking?"

"I slept with Alice..." he said miserably, and Amy's eyes and mouth went completely round.

"You... you what?"

"Alice and Henry broke up, so, they're not spending time with me together anymore, just separately, and we were talking, and I've been trying to reconcile them, and... clearly, it didn't work out that way."

"Clearly." Amy said flatly.

Clearly, she also felt no sympathy for him.

"Brings my grand total up to two sexual partners..." he said half jokingly. "Seems a bit uneven, considering my ex-wife was the town bicycle." he said with a caustic laugh.

Amy made a face at him. "I don't like you when you're drunk. And, if you felt that way about Adrian, why'd you even marry her?"

"Because she's was pregnant!" he yelled, so loud neither heard Ricky coming in the door. "And, I wouldn't have slept with her if you weren't so busy pining after the other town bicycle!"

Amy reached out and slapped Ben across the face. Hard. "Don't you evertalk about Ricky that way! Ever!"

Ben wiped off his cheek, where a long, bleeding scratch was, and glared hatefully at her. "If you just would've put out, my life wouldn't be in shambles!"

But, before Amy could react, Ricky grabbed him by the neck and slammed his head into the wall. Her hands flew to her mouth. Ricky put his mouth real close to Ben's ear. "You ever come near my wife again, I will kill you. Stay away from her. I mean it." he said, and shoved him out onto the lawn, slamming and locking the door behind him. He turned and looked at Amy.

Amy raced over to him, throwing her arms around his neck, shaking. "Shhhh... shhh... self-entitled prick..." he mumbled into her neck. "Who does he think he is? I mean, blaming you for not having sex with him that his life turned to shit? No wonder you didn't have sex with him..."

"I've never gone past kissing with anyone but you. I've dated two other guys, but I never even let them... you know... touch me."

Ricky kissed her temple. "That's good, 'cause I'd hate to have to find them and castrate them."

Amy laughed. "What?"

"Mine." he said with a little playful growl, smacking her lightly on the butt.

And, Amy laughed, pulling him into a searing kiss...