Here's what'll really happen. John will go work out at the gym, stop to get his protein powder, and be all pumped up with testosterone from his workout. W will be waiting on his front porch, with tears filling her eyes. John will say, "I've got to work early, I'm going to bed." She'll cry, "Don't you love me anymore?" and John will go into a long discourse about yes he loves her, worships the ground she walks on, would massage her feet (oops, thats Bustorama) if she asked, but he can't anymore, he's done.
Then they'll make passionate love, fall asleep on the front lawn, and in the morning she'll have him arrested for sexual assault.
From his cell in the county lockup, he'll post to the forum: "I could feel the love between us as the deputy handcuffed me!"
