It happened last Friday night at Franks. We were having a couple beers. I told him, “Don’t be an idiot, use a condom.” He took a deep breath. It reeked of alcohol. He reached for something in his back pocket, “Here is $20. Don’t wait up.” Next thing I remember after that is waking up to a familiar voice, “You know how long you’ve gone last night?” Before I could answer, “Oh wait don’t tell me. You...