Recently I had to make a business trip to Tulsa, and my friend Bill insisted that I stay with him and his wife, Sally, while I was in town. They had been married only three months and I hated to intrude, but Bill was adamant.

Bill and Sally met me at the airport. It was the first time I had seen Sally, and I was very impressed with her beauty, elegance and obvious class. Bill, I thought, had struck it rich with this twenty-three-year-old lovely.

Bill and I are in our late thirties. We went to college together and frequently double-dated, often spending many happy hours side by side, pleasuring willing coeds.

Once at their place, the three of us sat around and talked a while, and then Sally decided to put some steaks on the grill. Bill took this opportunity to ask me what I thought of his bride.