As Grant and Tiffany drive home, they talk about how good they felt the marriage counseling session went.
Tiffany makes a dinner and Grant watches television.
As soon as they finish eating, Tiffany stands up and announces that she has to go out.
"No problem, honey. I was just going to watch the game tonight," Grant responds automatically.
Tiffany changes into a tight pair of jeans with a tasteful blouse and matching sling-backs.
As she drives off, Grant calmly turns his attention to the game on television.
At the first stop light, Tiffany pulls out the piece of paper and inputs the address into her GPS. It guides her to a bar about 20 minutes away from her home.
As she pussl into the lot, the first thing Tiffany notices are the multitufe of motorcycles surrounding the dingy drinking establishment. A few light bulbs are not lit. The neon light advertises domestic beer.
Although she is nervous, Tiffany feels compelled to enter the biker bar. She slowly and cautiously steps toward the front door. It is a wooden door with a dirty window in the center. She can make out figures and flashing lights inside but the uncleaned window blurs them. Fianlly, she takes a deep breath and says, "This is therapy. This is to help my marriage."
Nobody notices as Tiffany enters. Nobody notices as Tiffany wrinkles her nose at the acrid smoke filling the place. Nobody notices as Tiffany meanders up tot he bar and asks for a drink.
The bartender laughs at her order.
"We don't have any of that shit here," he guffaws.
"A diet coke then," she orders.
The bartender, a hairy man in his fifties, pours the soda in a glass and slides it over to her.
"Five bucks," he demands.
Sheepishly, Tiffany looks in her purse and hands over the money. She then slinks over to a corner and begins observing. She watches as these filthy men smoke and drank and swore. The played pool and darts. The talked crudely, saying the word "fuck" in every sentence. They grabbed and mashed against any women who walked near them. They uttered sexist comments toward anything female and oggled them. She heard the words, "tits" and "pussy" quite often that night.
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