"Griff?" she asks.
"Yeah." It takes all the restraint I have not to addwhat do you want, baby?You want to come on my hands?Cock? Face?Against that toy again?
"I, um… hold on." She looks to her phone. Taps something.
Jules: I want to tell you. But I don't think I can say it out loud.
"You can write it."
She shakes her head and motions to the screen.
Okay. If this is what she needs, I can do it.
Griffin: You can write it here.
Jules: That's the thing. I'm not sure I can. I'm not sure I've ever written it before.
Griffin: Have you said it out loud?
Jules: No, but I think that will be harder.
Griffin: You don't have to do it now.
Jules: This weekend is for you too, right?
Griffin: Yeah.
But there's no way I'm going to decide I don't want to stay married to her.
She's Jules.
She's fucking everything.
Griffin: Are you pregnant?
Jules: God no.
Griffin: Related to a cousin?
Jules: Of course I'm related to a cousin. That's what makes them a cousin.
Griffin: Didn't think that one through.
Jules: You don't need to guess.
Griffin: One more guess.
Jules: Okay.
Griffin: You secretly a cam girl?
Jules: Hell no.
Griffin: Porn star?
Jules: If I was?
Griffin: I'd look you up right away.