Back in the mid-nineties I had a provider who came to my apartment who brought a friend with her. No, we did not have a
ménage à
trois.
She stayed in the living room while we discussed politics and religion on my waterbed. A couple of months later I got some unexpected charges on my checking account. Guess who had lifted a book of my checks from my apartment?
Okay, I still had girls come over to my apartment, but no friends staying in the living room unless they joined us in bed.
Lesson learned.