From the day of their wedding two years before, Maggie had been nagging her husband about his past. "Come on, tell me," she asked again, "how many women have you slept with?"
"Honey," he said, "if I told you, you'd just get mad."
"No, I promise I won't. Please," she pleaded.
"Well, OK. Let's see. One, two, three, four, five, you, seven...."