I wasn’t under any illusions. I was a good-looking guy and I knew it. Before Stephanie and I had met, I hadn’t lacked for female company. I had lost my virginity at sixteen, to a girl a year older than me, and any time since that I hadn’t had a girlfriend, well, that was usually my choice. If I needed to get laid, it wasn’t terribly difficult. I was an inch or so more than six feet tall, with black hair and bluish-green eyes that showed my family’s Scottish heritage. Raised on a farm before I went away to college at Iowa State, I had muscles that had been built up through years of chores, and now that I had a sit-down desk job, I made sure not to let my body go to flab. The office where I worked had a gym on premise, so three days a week I spent half of my lunch break on the treadmill, the
