We hadn’t seen each other since college. Our friendship ended abruptly because we were in love with the same woman. He wanted to fight over her. I politely declined and wished him well.

I wasn’t surprised when he told me of their breakup. Everybody knew that this particular woman had been adamant about remaining a virgin until marriage.

“You lucked out, K,” he said with a mouthful of vodka. “She never caved.”

The way he described their sexless courtship – hours of cuddling and making out – was rather charming.

His eyes lit up. “I saw her last week. She called and told me that she’s married now. Then she invited me over. Before we broke up, she promised to have sex with me once she was married – even if she wasn’t married to me. I guess she was serious.”

“Did you?”

“Of course.”

“And her husband?”

“She told me that you’re her husband and that you’ll probably kill me. She said you’ll have a sharp knife with you.”

I put the knife on the table and shrugged. “I’m not going to kill you with this.” I nodded toward his empty martini glass and watched his throat tighten. “Thanks for the drink.”