She looked crestfallen, but at least he was nice about it. However, when he said 'maybe tomorrow,' she seemed to snap.<br/><br/>"No. Not tomorrow. If you don't want me, Jeff, then you can go without sex from now on. I don't want to keep trying. I've tried enough. Most women are constantly asked by their husbands, but I have to beg and I still get turned down. If you don't want me anymore, then maybe we should reconsider our marriage."<br/><br/>Angry and upset, she ran upstairs. By the time she came down, she'd exchanged the lingerie for a knee-length black dress and heels. She had put a lot of work into looking nice, and she wouldn't waste it. Grabbing her purse, she headed downstairs and to the door.<br/><br/>"I'm going out. Don't wait up."<br/><br/>And with that, she left the house and slammed the door...heading to a bar.