Grace hadn't shown her face in two days. She was too ashamed of herself for the way that she had acted towards Karen. Instead of stumbling through apologies and trying her hardest to show her friend how sorry she really was, she went to live with Leo. They spoke for hours before decided that they could give their marriage another try. It was a hasty decision, but she didn't know where else she belonged, and she was still deeply in love with Leo. She couldn't deny it.

Karen continued to live with Jack, fearing that Grace would come home and not want to see her. She and Jack got along perfectly, anyway. They enjoyed each other's company, and it was fun to have someone to talk to about superficial things. She hadn't laughed, honestly, in so long that it was a breath of fresh air.

"Karen, what are you doing?" Will walked into Jack's apartment one evening when Jack was out on a date. He found Karen lying on Jack's bed, as if she were sulking. She didn't speak, only continued to stare forward. "Karen?" He sat down on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder, running it down to her hip.

"What, honey?" She had been doing a lot of thinking about them, their relationship. She couldn't decide whether or not she wanted to persue anything, or just remain friends.

"Well, I've had the whole day off and you haven't stopped by. I like being with you, you know." She scoffed and pushed his hand from her hip.

"You mean you like being inside of me?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? I would never say something like that." He stood and began to walk away, but she grabbed his hand.

"I'm sorry." She sat up on the bed and met his eyes. "Did you want to do something? Jackie probably won't be back tonight."

"I was thinking we could watch movies and order a pizza." She scrunched up her nose as she stood from the bed. She couldn't remember the last time that she had eaten pizza, it was too fattening.

"Let's get drunk."

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"So you've never had a three-way?" He laughed at the fact that Karen, in all of her promiscuity, had never had sex with two people at once.

"Shut up, Mary. So I don't like every opening filled, is that a crime?"

"Not at all." He finished off his glass of red wine and smiled at her. She began to giggle and pushed his shoulder with her hand.

"Why, Wilma, you've done it, haven't you?"

"Only once, but I was drunk."

"Well we're drunk now. Let's call a friend." They laughed until there was a knock on the door. Karen furrowed her brow and stumbled to answer, since she was the closest to the visitor. She turned the doorknob to find a young man with a pizza in his hands. She turned to Will and giggled. "Is this an erotic fantasy, Wilma?" She grabbed her purse off the table and handed him a twenty dollar bill and smiled. "Hey kid, ever done a three-way?"

"Here's your pizza, ma'am." His mumble was lost in his embarrassment as he hurriedly pushed the pizza and her change into her hands. Will burst into laughter, still sitting on the couch, and Karen closed the door and sat the pizza on the table.

"I can't believe you just said that."

"Well, I can't believe you ordered a pizza. Now we're both going to get fat." He opened the box and pulled out a slice. He took a bite into it and walked to the refrigerator to get a couple of beers. She watched as he returned to the couch and sat next to her.

"I'll pay you back the twenty bucks if it's a big deal. Now come on, I don't want to eat alone." She looked at the box and sighed. Jack had told her never to cheat on the diet because she would fall off the wagon. She certainly did not want that.

"That's okay, honey. I'm not very hungry." He rolled his eyes as she sat back further on the couch. He pulled a small piece from his own slice and shoved it in between her lips when she began to speak again. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You're such a bad liar. You probably haven't eaten anything all day" She picked up a napkin and wiped the mess from her mouth.

"You're an ass." She began to eat. They finished off the whole pizza together, Karen eating at least half. They had spent hours together, talking and drinking. They were having so much fun. They were sitting on the couch with their bare feet resting on the table and their hands intertwined when Will asked a question that had been bothering him.

"Should it be awkward between us?"

"You mean after we had sex?" He smirked at her directness and the fact that he wouldn't have worded the question quite like she had.

"Yes."

"Why, honey? Didn't you like it?" She turned her head and met his eyes, questioningly.

"Of course I liked it. I mostly liked the fact that I'm the only one who can give you an orgasm." She feigned exasperation.

"I can't believe you said that."

"I can't believe we did that." He looked as if he were content, light. It had been a while since he had been drunk and Karen loved how open he was. He was so talkative. She placed her hand on his knee and slowly moved it upward. "Stop."

"I thought you liked being with me." She leaned up and began kissing his neck. He sighed and allowed her to continue for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her lips. She moved, drunkenly, and straddled his lap.

"You're in a dress." She silenced his protests with her mouth against his, her tongue tapping his lips. She pulled away and looked into his deep brown eyes.

"So fuck me in it." She tried to kiss him again, but he turned his head and she only kissed his cheek. "What's wrong, honey?"

"When I'm with you, I don't want it to be just fucking. I don't want to do it drunk. I like making love." His confession was oddly sobering and she felt panic arise within. She wasn't sure that 'making love' was the correct term for screwing one of her friends. She licked her lips and nodded.

"Oh. I'm sorry." She stood from his lap and straightened out her dress. She pecked his lips, chastely before stumbling towards the door.

"Karen, I didn't mean to freak you out."

"It's fine." He stood and began walking after her.

"I still owe you twenty dollars." She held up her hand and gave a small smile.

"No, it's on me. I'll talk to you later." He smiled, another form of apology for scaring her with his words. She returned the gesture before she left for Jack's apartment, unaware that she would pass out as soon as she lay down on the bed.