8 Years

My good friend Shannon and his lovely wife celebrated eight years together. We had a drink at a Myrtle Street bar. "I have to ask you. Sex must be boring, so why don't we have a menage a trois?" "I'm game," Charlotta replied without hesitation. "Tonight?" "Errr." I was in no condition for sex, especially with a good friend. "Maybe another night." "Loser." Shannon was absolutely correct and I watched them leave for a romantic dinner, while I held hands with a glass of beer. It tasted good.