Thinking about sex too often can be hazardous to your health. I should know, because I almost got in a three-way accident in front of my house today. Not that
kind of three-way, naughty mind, a real one with trading-insurance-info-with-two-pissed-o
ff-people kind. The irony is, however, that I was
fantasizing about the naughty kind of three-way, which my boyfriend had proposed just hours before, over breakfast. The double irony is, though, that the idea of a three-way with my boyfriend wasn't appealing. I had two beautiful strangers on my mind.