Last night I gave Lauren a happy-birthday fuck to remember. The last time she came was just in time—around midnight. While we were at it, we talked about making love to others. I told her I was sure she had fucked someone in Los Angeles, but she kept denying it. She also insisted that I must not fuck anyone else, and I kept telling her that I was not involved with any other woman. This was a rare opportunity to open up, but both of us stuck to our guns. We kept lying and lying. The only difference was that I knew for sure she was not telling the truth, while she could only guess it, as well as that she would not mind being lied to given the truth, whereas I would appreciate and relish it. Perhaps things will be different the next birthday.