"That sure is a lot of condoms, Sam," I said.

I stood as far back from my friend as I could.

Sam just reached into the box for another handful and tossed it into our cartÑalready filled with Gatorade, salted nuts, and granola bars. Everything two growing boys needed for a 'promising' weekend on my parents' yacht.

"It's going down, I can feel it," Sam said.

"You have a girlfriend. How much shit is really 'going down,' man?"

Sam snorted.

"Kate's cool," he said.

I've known Kate since high school. One thing I know for certain is that she was not 'cool.'

Sam had told me stuff, too. Kate wasn't...