My husband, Jack, came into our bedroom looking dazed.

He’d been out until midnight with our new neighbor, Martin. I had an early morning and was already in bed, though still playing around on social media. I set aside my device.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

He and Martin had gone for drinks, but Jack didn’t look drunk, just stunned. Martin and his wife, Janelle, had moved into the neighborhood a week ago. They seemed like nice ordinary folks. Martin worked for some electronics chain.

Stepping out of his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt, Jack said numbly, “You won’t believe what Martin told me tonight.”

“Did he make a pass?” I asked, being a smartass.

Ignoring me as he unfastened his slacks, Jack said, “He…... Read More