One Saturday evening I stopped by my girlfriend Kate’s place to hang out.

Armed with a cold six-pack, I knocked on the front door. Seeing her car out front, I waited a minute, knocked again, and walked in. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom at the end of the hallway, so I cracked a beer, put the remainder in the refrigerator, and tuned in a skin flick on the satellite.

A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. I thought Kate was coming out. I heard her stop behind me. I pointed to the TV screen, where a woman had some guy’s stiff dick in her mouth. I said, “Guess what we’re going to be doing later tonight, honey.”

The voice that answered was not Kate’s. It said, “Well, we will just have to see about that now, won’t we?” I jumped up... Read More