George insisted Kevin sleep with us. No, he couldn't sleep on the couch. Kevin had gotten drunk at our party, weren't we morally obligated to invite him into our bed? Where was my sense of hospitality? Nevermind Kevin was my bestfriend Steve's boyfriend. Steve would understand it wasn't sexual. It would be like the boyscouts. I said no, and went off to sleep on the couch by myself. George (my boyfriend) and Kevin (Steve's boyfriend) slept together.
Fast forward two weeks: George and I split up; Steve and Kevin split up; George and Kevin moved in together.
True story I swear, scouts honor.
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