Kent was about ready to say something but something caught his eye and he looked behind me. In the doorway stood Jen, staring at us. Her purse dangled in her hand, her eyelids wide with disbelief, “What the hell is going on here?"

Ken pushed the blanket aside and stood up. "We were just catching up. It's nothing to worry about, Jen."

Jen, however, was more than worried. She was livid. "In our own house, Kent? You'd bring her here to do that?" We could smell the liquor on her breath from across the room.

I stood up quickly and tried to change the subject, "Jen, did you have a good time?" I approached Jen steadily, acting like the innocent party that I was, a smile on my lips.

Jen glared at me. Her eyes were so full of anger and rage that it was actually frightening. My mouth went dry.

"Get out,” she spat at me.

Kent approached the two of us from behind, his arms out to embrace his wife. "Jen, calm down. This isn't what you think."

"Kent, she's right. It’s late. We all need some rest." I retreated, grabbing my shoes and purse before anything was said that couldn’t be forgiven.

"Good night, Elly." It was the last thing that was said to me before I walked out the large door. As I walked away from the house, I could hear Jen yelling at him. As I neared the bottom of the driveway, I heard Kent fire back, his temper officially lost.

I considered going back, but it wasn't my fight, it was theirs. As much as I wanted to protect and defend Kent, it wasn't my place. I put my shoes on and walked down the street, pulling out my phone to call for a cab and text with Stacy as I waited for it to arrive.

Me: Holy shit! I think I may have just burned down Kent’s house.

Stacy: What?? You burned down his house? What did he do?

Me: I meant his… not his real one. His marriage house. They are fighting fiercely in there.

Stacy: Oh. I almost peed my pants. Don’t do that to a sista.

I shivered as the wind battered me some more.

Me: Shit it’s cold out here. And dark… Lions, and tigers, and bears…

Stacy: OH MY! Haha. Stop it. Seriously, what did you do? Did you kiss him??

Me: Omg, no! He was pouting about Jen returning his present so I agreed to watch a movie with him. Jen came home and was pissed about it.

Stacy: Ugh. Seriously? She’s seriously insecure. You should’ve kissed him.

Me: Stacy! OMG!!! I’m not kissing Kent and will not. Never again. He’s like the Triple Chocolate Tower at Guppy’s. It looks really good, tastes really good for the moment, but once it settles you regret it immediately and you never want to eat it again.