“No,” Laurel cries out across the table at dinner. “I am saying that you are never spontaneous with me.” Brian tries to get her to quiet down, feeling embarrassed that half of the restaurant is now looking at their table. His wife is unhappy, that he knows, but that doesn’t mean she has to make a scene in front of all these people. “Can we discuss this at home?” he asks her quietly, trying to end this conversation for now. All he wants is decent meal but that is obviously out of the question. “This is just not the place to have this conversation.” “Whatever,” she gets up from the table and begins to leave the restaurant. “If I make it home. We will talk.” Laurel grabs her purse from beside the table and quickly makes her way out the front doors of the restaurant. Brian would have chased after her, but there is a bill to be paid Tunalı escort and he’s not the type to just run out on a bill. He’ll chase after her soon enough. By time Brian pays the bill and makes his way outside, Laurel is nowhere to be found. He doesn’t figure she’ll go home without him, but there are many places nearby that she could be. He starts with the few night clubs on the street but still cannot seem to locate her. Brian, finally worries and decides to call her cell phone. He is surprised that she actually answers and is even more surprised that she sounds drunk. It has only been about forty minutes since she left him behind. How much could she have drunk in that short period of time? Laurel tells him which bar she is at and he finally locates her. She is sitting alone at the bar talking ulus escort bayan to the bartender about something. Brian can tell that the bartender wants to get out of the conversation, but Laurel is good at making people pay attention to her. That is kind of one of the reasons that he fell in love with her. “Look who that cat dragged in,” she slurs through her teeth when she sees her husband. “Didn’t actually think you would show up.” “I think it is time to go home,” Brian informs her, paying the bartender for the tab and grabbing a hold of her. Though it is not what he expects, she comes willing and easy. “This isn’t over you know?” She informs him as he waves down a taxi cab. “I am still angry at you.” “You can be angry at me all you want.” He shakes his head at her as he helps her into Escort yenimahalle the cab. “But let’s get home first okay?” “No.” She’s still angry. “I am not happy, Brian. You used to be spontaneous and fun. Now everything is boring and routine. You are not the man that I married.” Brian frowns, looking forward to the cab driver who is pretending not to hear their conversation. They always heard the conversations. Brian’s sure this isn’t the first or the last embarrassing conversation he’s going to have to hear from the backseat of his cab. “What do you want from me?” Brian gives in and begins to argue with her. “I want you to be spontaneous,” she starts. “I want you to be outgoing. I want you to fuck me like you used to, raw and full of passion. Not like a chore at the end of the day.” “I do not fuck you like a chore,” he defends himself. Though he knows their sex life has been lacking these days. “Yes you do,” she yells at him. “Like a fucking chore.” “You know what,” he reaches out and grabs her hard, pulling her into him. “Maybe if you acted like you wanted it a little more, I would fuck you with more passion.