Last Friday I met up with my usual group of friends for happy hour.

I hadn’t planned on staying beyond the happy hour because my car was in the shop and I had a long bus ride home, but when Alana offered to give me a lift, I decided to stay.

By the time we left, the light rain that had been falling during the evening had turned to sleet and snow, so I gladly accepted Alana’s invitation to camp out on her sofa for the night.

I’d never met her husband, but had seen pictures of Marco and heard a lot about him. He was even more handsome in person, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off his beautiful muscular build.

After a couple more drinks, we called it a night. Alana gave me one of her nightshirts and a pillow and blanket. But I was unable to fall asleep because through... Read More