Near the end of the evening, as people were starting to leave, I stood in the kitchen talking to Matt and Rick once again. Us three, and some girl who was barely paying attention, were discussing basketball when Melissa came up to me.

"No way, man. Mudiay is definitely the first pick," Rick assured us, gesturing wildly.

"If you say so, I just think-"

"Hey, Sam," Melissa said, interrupting me. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, her globes mashing up against my back.

"Oh. Hi," I answered, wriggling out of her grip so I could turn around.

"Come here," she insisted, pulling me away from the discussion....