Jason is waiting for us at home, having already dropped the kids off at Grandma's house. When we arrive, I'm surprised at how nervous I am; it feels a lot like that night on the train.
"Hey ladies," Jason calls from the kitchen, "can I get you two something to drink?"
It's an innocent question, but I really don't want alcohol lubricating the already slippery situation I'm sliding into.
"Hey Jason," I say, entering the kitchen and seeing my innocent friend in a whole new way. "I'll have an iced tea if you have one."
"Me too babe," Kara says, nodding us toward their back patio lounge, "we'll be out on the deck."
The space is comfortable with indoor/outdoor furniture in an enclosed three-season porch. We sit in adjacent wicker chairs with squishy covers and continue our conversation from
