Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

Julie knocks on Carol's door, all fake concern like she just got the neighborhood gossip of the year. Walks straight in and drops her little bomb. She's noticed hot young women sneaking out of the house at weird hours, so she knows—Carol's husband is fucking around. Carol just stares at her for a second, then laughs. Says the women aren't there for him. They're there for her. Julie freezes, mouth open, suddenly realizing she misread the whole goddamn situation. Tries to backpedal, but Carol's already one step ahead. This busybody next door talks too damn much to be trusted with something like this. Carol leans in. Says if Julie knows what's good, she'll keep her mouth shut. Because if she's gonna run around snitching, there's plenty of dirt on her, too. Julie squirms. Promises she'll stay quiet. That she's not a snitch. But Carol isn't done. One secret for another isn't fair when she's got multiple cards on Julie. She wants balance. What she wants—what's gonna even the score—is Julie on her knees, under her. One night. No excuses. Julie swallows hard. But she nods.