Rita answers the door wearing a sexy little number, and there are lit candles all around. Dexter comes in saying, "I got your text, is everything --" but is cut off with a big, slobbery smooch. Now we're talkin'! Rita pulls away, and Dex finishes: "...Okay?" "Now it is. I just wanted to see you." She was worried that she gave him the wrong idea, ditching their lunch date to be with Paul and the kids. He's cool with it...and quietly plotting her demise! Just kidding. Dexter asks how it went, and Rita replies, "Really well, and scary. For the first time I saw how easy it would be for me to fall back into my old life." "Why's that scary?" "Because, I like my new life!" Rita answers. She's amped to feel so in control of things, a feeling she was never used to with Paul. She smooches Dexter again, and straddles him in full-on make-out mode. "This is a disaster," he VOs. "I chose Rita because she was damaged. If she gets better, I'll lose her for sure." Rita looks him in the eyes intensely, and I think she wants to bone. "I'm ready, Dexter." Yes! Nailed it! She takes off her nightie, and she's extra big-ass naked under there. I'm not complaining, just sayin'. "I want you to spend the night, for real," she says. Dude, awesome! Sex rules! Do it, dude! I think she's into you. Dexter, being Dexter, pushes her away a little, and tells her it's not a good night because he's in the middle of a case and he's way too distracted. Okay, red flag, Rita. Nobody in their right mind would turn you down, sweetie. "Now? But it's so late..." says Rita. "All the more reason to get back to work. I'll call you tomorrow," replies Dex, already covering her up with her nightie and getting up to leave. Rita looks dispirited. Oh, and hot. Really hot. Dexter's fucking crazy. I guess we knew that already. Standing out front now, Dexter VOs, "I can't have sex with Rita. Every time I sleep with a woman, she sees me for what I really am: empty. And then she's gone." That sucks, man. You should probably figure out a way to make that not happen this time.
Out at his car, the VO continues: "I don't want Rita to go, which means I have to deal with this." Just talk to your therapist! Oh, yeah, you might not trust him anymore. "I can't kill Meridian yet! I need another therapy session." Ha! Okay, that's pretty funny, you have to admit.
Hey, it's Rudy! He's polishing some prosthetic foot or something, and Deb comes in wearing a "cool" shirt. Shut up, Deb. I don't know what's with my animosity towards her recently. Sorry if it seems unjust. It is what it is. "Careful, I'm armed!" puns Rudy lamely, holding up the fake arm. Deb at least gets points for calling him out on using bad puns. They smooch, because they're in lurve. "You said you needed a favor. What's up?" Deb asks. "Take off your pants." Hmm, wow. No, it's not that kind of favor, you pervs! Rudy has a patient who lost both of her legs in a car accident (like his mother), and he wants to "do something special for her." At first, Deb protests, but ProDoc yanks off her pants and tells her to "stop being such a chick," and she obeys. He starts slathering her legs in Vaseline, which the Foley guys had a field day with, and Deb seems to enjoy the attention. She asks if she can make a prosthetic out of his cock. "That'd be a hell of a story to tell the bullpen, huh?" "The bullpen"? Really? Who says that? Anyway, Deb mentions that she hasn't told anyone about their seeing each other yet, he asks why, she says something about not wanting to lose him, blah blah blah. It's really boring and lame, and if the show didn't spend so much time on them, I probably wouldn't think that he's the...you know what? Never mind.