"I have a confession," Jess said. It had been a long week of work for both of us, and we were smoking an after-dinner joint on the balcony.

"That always makes my spidey sense tingle," I said dreamily. The weed was good, giving a very majestic high.

"I'm going to preface it by asking you not to be mad," she said. "It's something that's been going on for a while now, but I didn't know how to tell you."

"What is it?" I squinted at her. I felt a bit of reflexive anger bubbling up.

"It's about Dr. Vivianno," she said, referring to the plastic surgeon whose office she worked...