My friend Arjun started laughing and said, “It’s a common thing!! Don’t worry, try roleplays and toys.I said, “We tried it out too.” Then he...again said, “Then the only option left is Swaps and Love Games.”“What the fuck?? Seriously”He said, “Even though I haven’t tried it, but it’s the only solution. Like the way, you can’t wear the same dress or eat the same food for 3 years straight. We can’t have the same partner for 3 years straight but yes we can revive it by trying out a new one.”Arjun. He still didn’t know how he felt about what had happened at Allison’s flat, apart from being sorry for having distressed her – and not just because of the immeidate consequences. She had been justified in being upset, of course. He knew that. She had been entitled to punish him, hadn’t she? He hadn’t meant to worry her but he had been thoughtless and she had obviously been concerned.If it hadn’t been for that what would he have thought of the session? Her peremptory commands, the sense of her. They couldn’t even hope that she would find a nice man and settle down. Torrie had been openly gay since she was seventeen. And it wasn’t as if finding a woman should have been hard for her either. She was an attractive young woman with a lean body and a face that had often been described as ‘elfish.’ Working with metal had given her a pleasantly toned physique that was the recipient of many appreciative glances, and one of her hobbies besides sculpting was surfing. She loved the water and was. Stepmother still had no clue that her daughter’s lover had been another woman … but, Cindy reflected, it didn’t seem to matter anymore, now that the relationship was over. It is important, in this, the next portion of our tale, to realize that the idea of the masked ball was Stepmother’s, and hers alone. Neither Cindy nor Betty knew what had prompted her to start making plans for the affair. And anyway, it wasn’t really a ball … or even an actual party. There were to be only three guests, but.