One summer night, we had a party for the people my wife worked with. Everybody left except for a guy that had a crush on her. We played pool and had a few drinks. We convinced my wife to go swimming nude with both of us. Playing in the water with her for a while, we decided to take a shower together. We then dried off and lay on the bed, but her friend decided he couldn't handle a threesome so he got up and left. This was twenty-five years ago; I wonder if he ever regrets leaving.
— Benjamin, 60