We order our food, and I change the subject to her, and just like that, we’ve finished two bottles of champagne, and it’s almost four o’clock. “Is that ringing?” she asks, looking around.

“Did you put in a plug and forget about it?” I ask her, and she gasps out loud. I lift my hand to get the waiter’s attention.

“Can we have cake?” I ask him, and he looks just a tiny bit annoyed. “Chocolate.”

Then I look at Karrie as she answers the phone. “Hello, lover.” She then laughs at herself. “I’m having lunch.” She winks at me as she listens. “At the restaurant. Where else would we have lunch, Matthew?” She rolls her eyes. When the guy puts the plate of chocolate cake down, she grabs a fork and puts it in her mouth and moans. “Cake,” she says and spits out just a bit.

I take my own piece. “This is so good.”

“Are you coming to get me?” she asks him. “Okay, fine.” She hangs up. “Matthew is coming to get me, and he said to tone it down and something about something, and I don’t know what else.”

“You know what you should do,” I say, pointing the fork at her. “You need to go home and do anal. It’s the perfect time,” I say, grabbing another piece of cake. “You’re relaxed and drunk. Spend the hour in the car telling him all the dirty things you want to do with him.”

I’m about to say something else when I look over and see Matthew coming into the restaurant, but I’m not looking at him. I’m looking at Mark who follows him. “Oh, shit,” Karrie says when her eyes follow mine. “Do I look okay?”

I’m about to answer her when Matthew gets to our table. “You’ve been here since eleven,” he says and looks at the two bottles face down. I look at him and then at Mark, and I don’t know what to do.

“Matthew,” Karrie says to him, and he looks at her. “Why don’t you eat chocolate off my …” she says, pointing down at her vagina, and I have to put a hand in front of my mouth to stop the laughter and so does Mark. “Do you not like my vagina?”

“Oh, good God,” Matthew says, looking at me. “You,” he says, “stop telling her about all your sex.”

“Matthew, it’s not my fault you aren’t satisfying your woman.” I mock him. “Have you spoken to the doctor?”

“About what?” he asks, putting his hands on his hips.

“Karrie said the most you can go is three times.” I look down. “She’s in her prime. If you can’t, you know, you should at least give her the vibrators back.”

“Oh, for the love of God,” he says, now looking up and then at Mark. “We have sex a lot.”