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...