And now Kathy was bright red. "Anders!" she scolded. "You shouldn't tell me that! That's personal! And private! And--and--how did she even do that? No! Don't tell me! It's none of my business!"

She clapped her hands over her ears, as if Anders was about to start waxing poetic about how one could routinely break someone else's hand during foreplay. Or sex. Or whatever.

"Oh my gosh, if that ever happens to me, I'm swearing off sex entirely and joining a convent."