I hurt too easy for me to even be doing this, but for now, let’s go meet our new friends...“Hello, you must be the Manaras. This is Jackie Lautere...te and I’m Bob Conlee,” Bob said as he reached out to shake first with Tommy, then his wife.“Yes we are. This is my wife, J Lo, and I’m Tommy Manara. We’ve heard a lot about both of you since we checked in. Clara told us we needed to meet both of you.”Jackie stepped up to shake hands with them, “J Lo, you look so much like Jennifer Lopez, it is. I turned around prepared to say something to him about minding his own business, when I realized he had company. It was that singer-songwriter guy, whatever his name was. The singer who was Mary’s friend. Oh great, fucking awesome, a real-life, living reminder of the woman that I really, really didn’t need or want any reminders about. ‘Hey there,’ I said with a fake smile on my face that I hoped looked sincere ‘good to see you both!’ ‘I’m glad you’re here,’ Eric said with a much happier smile. " Why are you here so early? I have to come early, or else walk two miles to school, but I've seen that new truck of yours. By the way, where's that girlfriend of yours? She usually doesn't let you this far out of her sight." Interesting, I thought, Kiki was paying some attention to my comings and goings. If she knew about Audrey and my Toyota, she had to have been paying some attention to me."You should never have to walk to school Kiki. I'd be happy to stop by and pick you up to bring you to. ..He visited in Belgium a few times similar clubs long before we met so he told me about couples that want to meet other couple to "swap" partners, others couples come to find an extra woman for their bi-sexual wife, or for a 3-some, etc... He also said some come to be watched by others while having sex and others go there to watch (exhibitionists vs. voyeurs). As a curious woman I could identify myself with the last category so I was more at ease now knowing a little bit about where I was.