And then it gets worse, because she's not even properly settled on the living room couch downstairs before Bill follows her down the stairs. But he doesn't follow her, if you know what I mean. Instead, he walks right out of the house without a word to her, heading next door to Margene's. And Barb lets him. And Nicki sees him, as she happens to glance out her window while doing some late-night laundry.
Bill finds Margene in her bathrobe on her living room couch, still typing up her blog entry. "What are you doing?" she asks him. "I'm gonna sleep with my wife," Bill boasts. "Not this one," Margene says worriedly, putting aside her computer. She adds that it's Barb's night and she wants to talk to him. Yeah, Bill knows that already, which is why he's there. He says he just needs a minute to catch his breath. Margene asks if that's what she is to him. "To a certain extent," Bill admits. Margene's hurt. "Why do you love me? Am I the one that's easy to have sex with? The play toy? Would Ana have been the next one?" This is so not what Bill came over here for. He acts like a horny teenager trying to get into a girl's pants by insisting that he really and truly loves her and isn't just trying to get into her pants. Margene worries that she'll become too familiar, and Bill goes to her and assures her that isn't possible. While, of course, working on getting her bathrobe belt untied. I'm really expecting and hoping for Margene to shut Bill down and send him over to Nicki, who will also shut him down and leave Bill no place to sleep at all except the bottom of the pool. But Margene's resistance is failing. They both agree that they hate talking about these things. Bill asks what she likes. "When you please me," Margene says. Which sounds like a tautology, but Margene's using the word "please" in a very specific sense. Mock-severely, Bill says, "That's naughty, Margie. You're a naughty girl." Cue the making out. Oh, Margene.