Marty leaves you to the appetizers alone. You go to reach for some crackers when you hear a voice behind you call your name. It's Cynthia, your friend Matt's wife, Cynthia. Uh oh. You've been steadily avoiding being alone with her for a few months now. You see, back in May, you walked in on Matt and your other college friend Kim doing something a little more than friendly. I promised not to say anything, because it's none of my business and I am not one to get involved. She almost backs me into a corner with a knowing look. "So, I think you know something I don't. I hate to put you in this position but..."