Whenever Randy is in town, he calls me up. He’s a big, tall guy with blond hair and green eyes that remind me of a cat. We’d met in college and had never meshed romantically. But after a drunken one-night stand, we found we meshed brilliantly in the fucking department.

We make a date to see each other at least once during each of his business trips to my area. But when Randy called during his most recent visit, he said, “I have a surprise to share — if you’re still the adventurous nymph you used to be.”

My interest piqued, I said, “You know it. I haven’t changed. At least not in that regard.” 

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow night. We’ll all have some fun,” he said putting extra stress on the word “all.”