My neighbor Hillary popped by for a chat; real nice lady, not a problem. The chat took a turn towards personal stuff, having to do with her husband Stanley not respecting the matrimonial bed. Still not a problem, I'm a big boy and we're adults. Now when she asks me for a favour, which only requires a bit of pretending/acting on my part, to make Stanley experience what it feels like to be cheated on, somehow the script gets upended...as is Stanley's wife of twenty odd years.