. join you in..." He stopped, not quite able to articulate it, correctly."In a swinging party... ?" Harry queried, looking at his wife, Vivian."Yeah..... swapping... or group sex... I guess you call it?" Stan said, "... In the long run... I guess it's sort of up to Lois..." He reached across the table and lifted her chin, forcing her to look him square in the face. "How about it, darling?"He saw the scratches on her face and arms and knew that it was she who had crashed through the underbrush, on. Finally there was Jeff, a womaniser who preyed on women in relationships. A man who got enjoyment out of taking another man’s woman and taking her to a new level of sexual satisfaction. A man who was a danger to couples in a relationship. Julie had known him many years. She knew the type of man he was, she knew of his reputations. He had chased her in the past, asked her out on dates even though he was one of her husband’s best friends. Little did she know it at the time but she needed a man. "Hardly, but I'm quite familiar with this one. My uncle owns the terroir." The vineyard?" Not quite. The group of vineyards. A terroir consists of the site- or region-specific characteristics of a wine. I recognized the label as from a hillside near St. George." Oh! You're a Queenslander! I'm afraid I didn't catch your name." Patrick Hollister. My pleasure. And you?" Mireille Colbert." She put out a long white hand with dark red nails. It was faintly moist when I took it."Well, Mrs. Colbert...". ” She said in a husky voice. “I love you too.” I said, smiling at her. She took my hand and rested it back on her knee, slowly moving it over the fishnet stockings, up to the inside of her dress. I mad two discoveries in rapid succession; the first being that she had not worn underclothes, the second being that she had shaven herself completely. “You’re going to make me wreck Portia’s car, little one.” I managed to say. “Mr. Marlowe is always careful.” She said huskily. She had taken my middle.