Rebecca has always thought that men only worked with one thing: intercourse. That they always needed to be satisfied and that they could never be with only one woman. But then she met your husband, no matter close she got to him, no matter how irresistible she was, he’d never falter. She didn’t get it. “Oh hi, you.” She says, disappointed to see you. “Is Zane home ? I wanted to see him.” She asks nonchalantly as she tries to look behind you to see if he’s there.