A few months had passed since our last sexscapade with Tony and Helen. Helen’s student visa expired at semester end.
We had a 24hr party to send her off. There was a band. Fireworks. Hundreds of people flowed through the celebration. It was sad to see Helen leave back to Greece, but we were all proud of her and looking forward to her success. Would any of us see her again?
Tony and Helen had agreed to part ways and remain friends but to move on with life. Distance was distance and this was pre internet times.
Tony and I saw each other daily. We’d meet at the gym after work. After he’d come by for dinner or we would go down to the bar together to watch sports or play pool. A few months went by and Tony showed no interest in meeting up with another woman. We were best friends and I felt bummed he was so broken up.
“How long are you going to be a celibate monk?” I asked.
“Tough saying” said Tony. “I’m taking daily withdrawals from the bank”
“What bank?” I asked.