I can never tell my husband. I can't. My creepy neighbor, Sean, who me and my husband both can't stand, got the upper hand on me at a neighborhood block party. I wound up in a pay by the hour cheap hotel room with Sean. Like I said, I can't stand the guy. I have no logical explanation. You know the phrase, "Smash or Pass!" Sean smashed. He was done with me in fifteen minutes and went back to the block party with smirk on his face. My husband can never find out.