KimberBree dines alone at a restaurant. You know. Where people tend to dine. People like, say, Dr Goldfine, who is reading a romance novel. Tee hee. There's some back and forth: join me/professional blah/sad KimberBree/KimberBree's sweater is adorable (that comment was only from me, not Dr. Goldfine)/blah, and eventually he agrees to treat their meal like a session. Dude, he is so in love with her. Hell, I am a little in love with her.

Over at Casa Unfaithful, Carlos overhears Gabrielle tell Lynette on the phone that Mama Solis would be happy to take a check for her poker winnings. He then tells Gabrielle that his mother has, like, a mega-bad gambling problem. Gabrielle makes her I'm Hatching a Plan face over Carlos's shoulder as she comforts him. I am beginning to think that she is not a very nice lady.

At the restaurant, KimberBree writes Dr G a check for their "session" and tells him that there was no truth to that whole "not connected during sex" thing. Dr Goldfine tells her that lots of sexually repressed people distance themselves "during the act." She informs him that, contrary to what he may believe, she loves sex: "I love everything about it. The sensations, the smells. I especially love the feel of a man. All that muscle and sinew pressed against my body. And then! When you add friction! Mmmmm. The tactile sensation of running my tongue over a man's nipple ever so gently....And then there's the act itself. Two bodies, becoming one, and that final eruption of pleasure. To be honest, the only thing I don't like about sex is the scrotum. I mean, obviously, it has its practical applications, but I'm just not a fan." Dr Goldfine just stares at her. The waiter comes up and asks if he can get them anything. "Just the check please," Dr Goldfine says. "Sir, you haven't ordered yet," the waiter says. "Oh," says the flustered and, dare I say, aroused Dr Goldfine.

Meanwhile, sweet Gabrielle has taken her mother-in-law to lunch...at a casino. They have a great buffet, she chirps. "All-you-can-eat crab legs," she adds. And then groans that she didn't realize how late it was. She doesn't have time to both eat here and still pick up her "suede mini" before 2 PM They'll have to have lunch at the mall. Mama Solis suggests that Gabrielle go on ahead without her. Because she reaaaalllly wants some crab legs. Gabrielle points out that it might take her over an hour. "It's a buffet, there's no rush," Mama Solis chatters, and races into the building. Gabrielle smiles to herself and drives off to meet her underage lover...in the middle of the day...before 2...when he is allegedly still in school. Sigh.