A few months ago, when my girlfriend Jan and I were living in different cities, and not getting to see each other much,

I was scheduled to attend a weekend conference in Atlanta, not that far from her, so we arranged to meet at my hotel for a little quality time. We both got there late Thursday night, but, thrilled as we were to see each other, both soon collapsed, exhausted.

The next evening the firm sponsoring the conference held a social hour in the hotel lounge. We arrived early, turned in our free-drink coupons and grabbed a plate of finger food, then nabbed a table in the back corner of the room, near the door.

As we drank our wine, we started talking about sex. I should mention that Jan is about as good a bed partner as a guy could ask for, always eager and eager to explore. We’d been... Read More