Being a boy with a threesome behind me, I bring no judgment to this table.

I can only say when looking for nothing with nobody, I commiserate with good sister over outrageous flirting by married yet free over the weekend bad sister, thinking driving BAD idea, given our condition, walking into apartment for breakfast bad sister whispers “sometimes, don’t you just want a leetle more?” I say nothing while good sister cooks, bad sister flips up her skirt at me, I can only take so much being hampered with an XY chromosone issue, so we both attack good sister out of the kitchen, rock and roll all night long and shower in the morning. She told me not to fall in love, has kids, all NSA business, and I knodded knowingly, hey, fine by me. Hey. It was. Liked it. Gimme more “experience,” Please. I can handle it gracefully. Just no kids, and no disease. Other than that, lets rock and roll.

Richard Cummings presents One Thing a Woman Should Never Divulge, which is a story of his own pain in which he realized that the woman he was with had more experience in certain arenas than did he….