I heard him vomiting noisily into the toilet.“Now do you understand?” I asked him when he dropped into his chair once again. Tears were streaming ...own his face.He looked at me with dead eyes.“Now do you see the pain that she caused me, and why I have to get her out of my life?”He nodded listlessly.“Good,” I said. “Now there is just one more thing you need to know.” He looked at me with dread in his face.“There’s more?” he asked piteously.“It’s all fake!” I replied. “None of what I just showed. Let me ask you, how did you feel seeing Jason make love with Susan while Dale was loving you?”“Oh, right to the point. Some brief background. Jason and I have not been swingers or swappers before. We just got to loving Susan so much that we wanted something more in our relationship with her. Dale would come around too, and he’s so likeable that he’s also hard to ignore. I cautiously approached Susan one day, not too long ago. We kind of knew something about the Circle from the legal work Jason. It was late summer and traffic was heavy which made it difficult to make up the space. It also hurt that the driver appeared to be making evasive movements by taking a series of random turns and retracing his path."What the fuck?" Parsons muttered to himself. It appeared that the man was expecting a tail. Parsons frowned as he trailed the car as closely as he could. If the driver had made him there would be patrol cars showing up any minute. Parsons realized that no other cars had made the same. We all laughed."Honestly... I've no idea," I said. "I really know nothing about cars at all." Yeah, fair enough," said Drew."Sorry, Amy. Just trying to wind Drew up about his car preferences," said Jason."There's nothing wrong with a Merc!" Drew argued with Jason."Yeah, no, nothing, especially if you're not into indicating..." Jason said.I laughed and looked down at my wine glass, almost empty. I fancied another one. I walked over to the wine cooler as the two carried on playfully arguing..