It was her birthday. We had reservations for a fancy restaurant, and for later we had hired a prostitute. It was her idea. We had been in a loving and exclusive relationship since high school and while neither of us regretted it, she felt the need to experiment. Who was I to argue?
 
Dinner went well. I had lobster on top of a lovely alfredo. Mary had steak and potatoes, seared and medium rare. After failing to defend my own food, I had my revenge. We both agreed in the end both dishes wer