In the dozen years Jeff and I have been together we’ve had sex in a lot of places besides our bed. Let’s see: kitchen floor, dining room table, kitchen counter, living room coffee table, any number of chairs, the stairs up and down, the living room rug beneath the Christmas tree, against the bedroom door, and in the bathroom shower, as well as outdoors in cars, on the beach at night, and in the woods during the day. But to my recollection Jeff and I never fucked in a closet.

So one night after supper Jeff tells me that on his Sunday morning run, Bob had told him that the first time he’d had sex was in a broom closet. “Maybe we should try that,” he suggested.

I raised my eyebrows. Jeff loves sex, but he’s always been bashful about sex talk, so I was surprised Jeff and Bob had shared intimate details, and I said something like, “It’s probably not what it’s cracked up to be.”