Kyle and I were getting stale in the bedroom, and we knew it. We’d just had our twelfth anniversary as a couple, and our sex life had become rote.

Still, I thought we were better off than most. Good sex is good sex, but we’d gotten to the point where I could predict each maneuver of our encounters, until that fateful Friday.

I was in the basement, sorting through items to donate to the local thrift store. I was doing a long-overdue purge.

Do we need it? Do we want it? Do we use it?

If the answer to all three questions was no, then out the door it went.

I found a bunch of camping stuff we hadn’t used in ages and plenty of old clothes and bedding.

I heard Kyle coming down the steps and said to him, “Come over here, so we can go through this stuff... Read More