Janine was having lunch with a friend. She listened as the woman complained about her husband's irresponsible antics and then...something sounded awfully familiar.

If Janine hadn't known better, she would swear that her friend was describing Janine's own husband, Bob.

And what she was describing was intimate. Sexual play. Odd peculiarities like with the lime snowcone and a hockey mask.

That's when she found herself getting angry.