“You have to dish,” Sylvia said to her friend Joyce right after they sat down in the restaurant for lunch. “Come on, tell me what happened!”

“You are not going to believe what a hunk he was.”

“And?”

“Talk about a slow hand!”

“So, was this right after dinner or what?”

“No, it was right when he picked me up.”

“You mean at your apartment?”

“Yes, at my apartment. We both knew why we were meeting.”

“Are you saying you didn’t even go to dinner?”

“We’d been talking online for weeks, remember? We got right down to business.”

“Business? Is that what we’re calling that these days? Sounds like a production line.”

“Honey, it was a production line. Up this side, down the other.”

“Was he good?”

“Better than good. Of course, as my mother always says, ‘Hunger’s the best cook.’”

“Your mother? Is this the right conversation to be bringing up your mother?”

“My mother is a free spirit. She wouldn’t care if I tossed her name in here.”

“I know your mother. I mind.” Sylvia pulled out her phone. “Look at this guy. I was thinking of meeting him for a drink.”

“Not bad. Is he from the dating site?”

“Yeah. He says he’s an engineer and he’s looking for someone who will bring some zing back into his life.”

“Run the other direction. That’s all I can say.”

“But he’s cute. Maybe a night like you had would be nice.”

“Don’t do it.”

“But you said the sex was great. You had so much fun!”

“Yes, well, he forgot to mention until we were done that he and his wife were considering a reconciliation.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”