Rick had in-and-out privileges at my apartment — in more ways than one.

Obviously, we were lovers. But since we both worked jobs that had us on call practically around the clock, we could only hook up at the oddest hours. So I’d told Rick he could come up the back stairs and let himself in any time.

It was always a nice surprise when he crawled into bed with me at 4 a.m., or when I came home to find him snoozing and got to pounce on him. He was a fun sexy man, who had the body of an underwear model.

But I probably should have thought through that open-door policy a little better. Not that I didn’t trust Rick. But one night he crept in when I was home, and he found me in my bedroom, masturbating feverishly to a hardcore male-on-male porn video.

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