My friend Stuart and I have known each other since high school. We later wound up going to the same college — about 100 miles from where we grew up — and sharing an apartment just off campus. This was something my parents had serious doubts about, and to be honest, I did, too. I mean, Stu can be a fun guy, but he is also a few kinds of trouble. He’s much more of a partier than I’ve ever been. He’s frequently rowdy and always down for a good time.

He’s also good-looking and athletic with a chiseled chin, fucking dimples, the whole show. He’s a gym rat with a sly-fox smile. People compliment him on his eyelashes, for fuck’s sake. My gram once said to me, “Your friend is a very pretty young man.”

He’s also a horndog of the first order, and back in high... Read More