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Peter's in the living room, jaw still tight. \"Sharon's all over me and it's giving me the creeps,\" he mutters to Tina. Tina laughs, waves him off. \"She took the time to ask about our wants, our tastes. That's exactly the kind of fire you hire.\" Peter shakes his head. \"A little too fiery if you ask me.\" Tina reminds him she's got raves from three couples, tells him to lighten up. He sighs, says he'll trust her and shrugs the feeling off. Flash to the follow-up: Sharon's at the table, pen poised, but her gaze keeps tracking Peter when Tina turns her head. Little brushes of her shoe, inside jokes that leave him shifting in his seat. When she finally packs her bag, Peter corners Tina in the kitchen. \"Told you. Couldn't keep her hands still.\" Tina rolls her eyes, flicks him a teasing smile. \"Aw, honey, it feels good to be the hot commodity again, doesn't it? Relax. You're still charming enough I'm marrying you.\" Peter's home alone, only the TV humming, when the bell rings. Sharon pushes the door open without waiting, perfume rolling in first. She shuts it with her heel, steps close. \"Warning didn't stick,\" she says. \"Guess that makes this next move yours to own.\" Peter starts to argue but her fingers hook his belt; he fights the last twist of resolve before it dissolves. She whispers it's his final taste of anything outside forever; he drops onto the couch like a man off a cliff. Heat's peaking, bodies locked, when Tina steps through the doorway. Keys hit the floor. \"What the actual fuck?\" Peter bolts upright, tries scrambling for excuses, says he tried to tell her. Sharon just stays where she is, lazy smile in place, calms the room with one smooth hand gesture. \"Plans cost money. Cancel now and you lose deposits, vendors, time. Easier to smooth things over. I'll even pitch in—both of you, together, one bigger story. Say threesome three times and it almost sounds true.\" Tina flushes, looks at Peter, looks away, but neither wants the collapse that follows cancellation. They nod. Sharon grins wider, already imagining the phone call she'll make next.