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interruption to our anniversary. I’d been vaguely discontented for months and it was starting to spill out of me, pore by pore. This just accelerated it. I forced a smile anyway.
    â€œTo us,” I toasted.
    â€œTo us,” Marc echoed.
    We clinked glasses and I took a small sip.
    â€œWhat a wreck of a night, huh?”
    â€œOh, it’s not all bad,” Marc said. “At least the candles are romantic.”
    â€œTrue.”
    â€œAnd we have a fridge full of food.” He opened the door and pulled out a strawberry. “You be Kim, and I’ll be Mickey.”
    â€œOh, Marc,” I laughed. “Reenacting 9½ Weeks ? You’re such a cliché.”
    I was mostly joking, but Marc recoiled as if I’d struck him. His face took on a hard look I’d never seen before.
    â€œReally, Max, we’re going to do this tonight, are we?”
    â€œI don’t know what you mean…I was just making a joke.”
    â€œNo, you weren’t. At least have the courage to own up to it. This has been brewing for months and I’m sick of dancing around it. Nothing’s ever good enough for you, is it, Max? I’m not good enough for you.”
    I started to reach for the customary excuses, but then thought better of it. There was no point lying; it felt good to finally get things out in the open.
    â€œIt’s true. Things haven’t been right for a while. You know it as well as I do.”

    â€œWhen were you going to tell me, Max? When you left me for someone else?”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œDon’t play dumb; I’ve seen the way you look at other men,” he hissed. “The signals you’re sending can be seen from fucking space. I’m not blind.”
    â€œYou could have fooled me,” I was shouting now. “When was the last time you even looked at me, really looked at me?”
    â€œI don’t know, Maxine, dah ling,” he mocked. “I sure looked at you tonight, poured into that tight dress, ready to parade around for total strangers. Are you even wearing panties, you little tramp?”
    â€œHey, fuck you , Marc!”
    The blood was racing through my veins. It felt good to feel something again, even if it was anger.
    â€œDon’t raise your voice at me, princess; it’s not my fault you’re such a cosmic slut.”
    His face was inches away from mine now, and it was barely any effort at all to reach out and slap him, hard. Arousal bloomed between my legs at the same rate as the handprint bloomed on his cheek. Fast as anything, he grabbed my wrist, his big hand circling it like an iron band.
    â€œYou are never going to do that again.”
    â€œOr what?” I taunted. “You’ll break my wrist?”
    He pulled me against his chest, and my pulse quickened to match the pace of his heartbeat thundering through the thin silk of my dress. I could feel the beginning of his erection branding my belly.
    â€œNo, you beautiful idiot.” He thrust against me and groaned. “You want to fight? Then here’s the deal. You and I are going to go into that living room, and we’re going to wrestle for three rounds. If you can pin me down for five straight seconds, then
you can do whatever you want to me, for fifteen minutes. But you have to earn it. If I can pin you down for a minute, then I can do whatever I want to you.”
    â€œI know what you want to do to me,” I smirked. “Blow job, hand job, fuck.” Marc was strictly vanilla, or so I thought.
    â€œWhat makes you so sure, Max? You have no idea what I want—and you haven’t for a long while.”
    There was a bitterness in his voice I was unprepared for, and I realized that he was right. We were familiar strangers. I wondered how it was that in a marriage you could know everything and at the same time, nothing, about each other.

Round One—Marc
    Max lost the first round, as I knew she would. She