I left my purse since there was no need to carry cash or cards, so I stood with my hands clasped together in the inside entryway, waiting for my friend. A few minutes later I heard the clickety-clack of heels on the polished marble floor and turned to see Paula.

My eyes widened as I laid my eyes on my roommate for the week, wearing a more conservative dress with long sleeves, closer to the knee, but with a plunging neckline and speckled with something that caught the light like diamonds. My thoughts were briefly haunted by the sensations and images of our forgotten encounter (well, forgotten by her). "Wow,...