I have no doubt Mike's apologies were sincere.
I had dropped hints to coax a confession out of him. I needed to see remorse on his face and sorrow in his voice as he told me how he violated our marriage.
It was a one-time thing. Manny was the last of his college friends to tie the knot, so they threw the mother of all bachelor parties. They were already drunk when Manny pulled out a bottle of mezcal. The game was on to see who would finish the bottle and eat that stupid worm.
Then came the stripper. Jesus, why do college educated guys think there has to be a stripper at every bachelor party. Manny, bless his soul, realized discretion was the better part of valor and left, leaving Mike and his buddies to their own devices.
Candi wasn't a pro; she was a friend of a friend who thought it would be fun to get paid to party. She taught them this idiotic drinking game where the winner got to feel her boobs to see if they were real or not.
By this point, alcohol was at the helm, and one of the guys suggested Candi feel their dicks to see who the bigger man was. Ugh. Candi had the bright idea that she needed to
see
them all to judge properly.