_____You've tried controlling your temper, but sometimes your tongue has a mind of it's own. "So what's going on here? Am I interrupting something?"
_____Pouring herself some wine, Donna rolls her eyes at you. "Don't start. This isn't what it looks like."
_____"Looks like you're reverting back to your old ways."
_____Glaring at you, the guy stands up. He looks to be about six feet tall, but you can take him if he tries to swing on you. "Donna, maybe this is a bad time."
_____"No brother, you can have her. I just want to know how long this shit has been going on." Then, a wicked though crosses your mind. Maybe Donna never stopped seeing men. "Is this David?"
_____The guy shakes his head and goes to the door. Donna follows him. They exchange a few words before he leaves.
_____The victory feels hollow. "Your fiancée doesn't seem to have a lot of backbone."
_____Donna sighs and finishes her wine. "Jason came home early and found his boyfriend giving his best friend a blowjob. He just wanted someone to talk to and since I'm no stranger to that kind of situation . . ." She unties her robe, revealing her favorite sleeping entire- an old undershirt and worn boxers. It's definitely not her "fuck me" ensemble.
_____The burning in your cheeks is the first signal that you may have just made a big ass out of yourself. This just isn't your night. "Donna, I'm sorry."
_____"Oh, that's supposed to make everything okay? How dare you barge in here like I owe you something."
_____"When I saw him there, and you dressed like this . . . I just couldn't stand the thought of-"
_____Donna threw up her hand up. "If you could sleep with anything that moved while we were together, why the hell should you care who I sleep with now?"

Reach out to touch her.

Keep on talking.