The Playboy Advisor

October, 1993

I'm happily monogamous with my girlfriend--or I was until a recent business trip, when I wound up messing around with a sweet young furniture saleswoman I met at a hotel bar. We didn't fuck. We didn't even go to one of our rooms. But we did some hot groping in the moonlight by a fountain in a secluded corner of the hotel gardens. The next morning I felt bad about breaking my monogamy pledge--if I did break it. This may sound weird, but do you think roving hands qualify as having sex?--T. L., Pre...