It was one of those wild summer nights when we were still in college and everyone was “back in town” and catching up. Me and my girlfriend, Lizzie, had decided to stay together after high school even though we went to different colleges and at that point had been going out for almost four years. She was by far the hottest girl I’d ever been able to pull and she was so sweet and smart. Nothing like the other girls we went to school with, or girls at my college for that matter. Lizzie was a good girl. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t a prude and we had a great time. We got drunk together and had awkward early-twenties sex just like everyone else, but let’s just say I didn’t have to worry about Lizzie cheating on me or hurting me or anything like that. Or so I thought.