On a warm summer night, I prepared myself: "Tonight," I thought. "Tonight is the night." I nodded at the reflection in the bathroom mirror to reassure myself. I looked myself in the eyes again, swallowed once, and walked back into the hotel room. I was grateful for the air conditioning. Sometimes, warm Italian nights can be stifling. I looked away from the window and saw Lauren laying topless in my bed. "Are you ready, baby?"