I looked for couples that wanted to swap, couples that wanted a male or a female. We actually met two different couples. One couple wanted a female. W... did not click. The other couple wanted to play together. They looked nothing like their pictures. Laura said the male did nothing for her. There was a lot of b.s. out there. We finally found out about a meet and greet at a bar at a motel. We decided to check it out. It was a long drive, close to two hours. When we got there, the party had a few. “What does he need?”Lady Lambert smiled sardonically.“You must write him a love letter.”Ellen choked on her tea. She looked at the old woman incredulously and, with a chuckle, Lady Lambert explained.Nobody would have recognised him in his disguise. The heavy walrus moustache and the bushy eyebrows made him look like a man at least ten years older. The disguise was courtesy of Anita Heyworth. The woman he was about to meet was a key to his plan. In fact, he had not begun any serious planning. I watch you doing the same. I stuff mine in my handbag; on an impulse, I grab yours and keep them too. You giggle even more.“You can keep them if you like, my lover-girl!”“I’m going to hang them in my trophy cabinet, babe; another pair for my collection,” I say, winding you up. “Then I’m going to open it to the public; I’ll call it “All My Lovers’ Panties”. It’s Art; I bet Tracey Emin wishes she’d thought of it first."“You’re crazy, Annie! Come on, are you ready? Let’s see who can go pee. The place of the date was in the restaurant of a five star hotel on the outskirts of town. They shared a glass of wine and made small talk at the bar waiting for their table. Jackie tried to ease Ben into an evening of pleasure. Ben was naturally quiet and having been burned on several online dates was weary, divorced for five years he had difficulty meeting women. Jackie noticed his shyness and led the conversation. After they shared small talk and a few more glasses of wine at the bar, she.