I’m going to confess the filthiest thing I’ve ever done, the thing that would get me evicted from my friend group.

Anyone would judge me, but the truth is, I have zero regrets.

Context: I’m fifty-one. Divorced, two kids, yadda yadda. My oldest is in college, but my youngest is seventeen. I have a group of friends who are also fathers, and since our kids are around the same age, we hang out a lot. Backyard barbecues, movies, whatever.

My friend Gary has three daughters. His youngest is the same age as my youngest, and his oldest, Kirsten, is twenty-two. Old enough to drink, which means she’s been hanging with the adults at the barbecues for a few years. She’s a funny girl who always seemed mature for her age, so none of us minded when she started joining us.

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