the night my wife and I invited her sister Annie over to soak in the hot tub and drink margaritas. She had gone through a rough divorce earlier that year, we had become her confidantes, and my wife said her sister was having a tough couple of days. So we stayed in the hot tub longer than normal that night, and since her sons were with their father that weekend, she could crash in our guest bedroom that night, and the margaritas flowed.
After a couple of drinks, Annie’s somber mood began to lift, and her natural flirty, silly side began to show. It was good for all of us to laugh, and share sexy innuendo and bawdy humor, and mix another pitcher of margaritas.
I had known Annie since she was in high school, beginning when I began to date her sister while we were in college. And it was no secret to anyone in the family that she had had a crush on me ever since we first got to know each other.