In a quiet Midwestern suburb, five divorced/widowed friends make a shocking pact to shatter their loneliness. Each will 'educate' the others' teenage sons in the art of intimacy over five illicit Saturday nights. But their carefully orchestrated scheme of secret rooms and rotating lessons soon ignites passions and jealousies they never anticipated, threatening to unravel their friendships and expose their darkest desires.
This is a letter I wrote a couple of years ago. It is a true story. I actually had it printed and sealed in an envelope. That envelope was in a larger one addressed to a friend of mine who had reluctantly agreed to hand deliver it to a woman in our hometown. It was to be mailed to him at my death. He died. So, I have no way to get the letter to her without someone in her family seeing it. I have deleted or shortened names of people and places. Sorry, the only sex is implied.
We’ve always been drawn to each other. We are twins — one soul split in two. We shared everything: secrets, dreams, breath. Until the day we started sharing desires. Forbidden. Deep. Irresistible. This is the story of how two halves of the same life finally stopped pretending and allowed themselves to love each other the only way that ever felt right — completely, shamelessly, and without limits.
When Tony's parents went away for a long weekend, they left their kids at home. After all, Tony and his two sisters were pretty mature teenagers. What could possibly go wrong?