Dirty Stories

John and I have been friends since our army days. After my recent divorce, he and Zoë, his beautiful wife, have been very supportive and we have a standing arrangement for Friday evening dinner and drinks at their place. On this particular Friday evening, I walked up the driveway from my car, feeling depleted from a long, stressful week at work. I was looking forward to a relaxed evening with friends and a cold beer or tw...