Last week my wife Laura and I went out for a meal with another couple, Tim and Sheila.

Sheila is an old friend of Laura’s, and they hadn’t seen each other for ages, so they had lots to talk about. Laura and I had never met Tim before. By the time we finished the meal, Laura, Sheila, and I were getting on famously, but Tim was sulking and ignoring us. To make things worse, he’d gotten completely shit-faced on wine. We took a cab back to our place, and I had to help Sheila put Tim on the bed in the spare room. As soon as his head touched the pillow he was out like a light.

The three of us sat in the front room, and before long we were all talking about Tim. Sheila started going on and on about what a lousy lover he was, and how he never made her come. Then, completely out of the blue, Laura... Leer Más