Since their wedding day three years earlier, Cindy had been nagging Bill to tell her about his past. "Come on, tell me," she pressed. "Just how many women have you slept with?"
"Honey, if I told you, you'd just get mad."
"No, I won't. I promise. Please, tell me."
"Well, okay. Let's see. One, two, three, four, five, you, seven, eight...."