Heidi A week had passed since that first extraordinary night with Andrew. Long enough for Scott and me to pretend that life had returned to normal. It hadn't. We talked about Andrew more than either of us expected. Sometimes cautiously, almost analytically, as though discussing it calmly might make what we'd done seem less outrageous. Other times the conversation carried an unmistakable charge. Eventually Scott asked the...

(Heidi): Scott (my husband) had been teasing me for hours, and Andrew (a close friend) and I had also been flirting most of the night during an afterparty at our home. The three of us had sat around the kitchen island bench, drinking and chatting. Andrew was his normal self; we both flirt with each other whenever we're together, all to Scott's amusement. As we chatted, I would continue to tidy up after the party and would...