That was fine with us. We got plenty of action from women. We’d been in frats in college and we were still connected to that circle and finding pussy to slay was rarely a problem.

No, Thursday night was Guys Night at Adam’s place.

That was where it all began.

That night we’d been playing for about three hours already. Evan and Tony had already lost everything. They were in the other room, playing Call of Duty on the PS3 and smoking weed. That left me, Adam, and Kyle around the table. The game was Texas Hold’em. Adam and Kyle were dominating, each with about $80. I held $40.

On this hand, I held KK, two kings --- the second-best hand you can be dealt in Hold ‘em. I decided to play this hand to the maximum.

The flop came down 2,8,K. The shared cards had no matching suits. Nice! Now I had three of a kind kings.

Adam started the betting. I raised him. Kyle shook his head and folded. Adam called my raise.

We’d each put in $25 now. I had just $15 left.

I stared at Adam, trying to analyze what was going on in his head.

Adam's face and jaw could have come off a classical statue. His golden-brown hair was tucked into a backwards baseball cap. His place’s air conditioner wasn’t the best, so he was wearing just a wife-beater. His tanned arms, dusted lightly with blond hair, testified to many hours spent in the gym. The guy definitely took pride in his body.