Only at the bar did it occur to me that I couldn't carry so many drinks at once. As I turned to bring the wine and two of the beers, I saw my wife push a card, our key card I guessed, into Ben's shirt pocket. His hand was between her legs. I acted like I hadn't seen. I had to make three trips to bring all the drinks to the table. We were from out of town, but we had been scoping this place for months. It was a swinger clu...

1. Twelve weeks into my two-semester teaching gig in Italy, my phone rang at five AM. Half-asleep, I reached over and grabbed it from the bedside table, the ID said it was my wife. Although I answered the call with my thumb immediately, I had to groggily untangle it from the nest of cords and books and glasses…so it was a few seconds before I could get it to my ear. I could hear movement, regular rhythmic movement. “Hello...