”“Jennifer?” I asked.“It’s OK. I’m going up now.”“I’ll be up in a little while, OK?”“Yes,” Jennifer said.Jennifer went up the ...tairs and Melanie, her parents, and I talked for a bit about her mental state. We all agreed that she was really in a bad way and that she did need some help. I wanted to talk with Melanie privately, so we said goodnight and headed upstairs.“How about a sauna?” Melanie asked.“If you promise to completely behave, Melanie. I mean that.”“Yes, I promise,” she said. “This is. Their role is to be the primary eyes and ears of the party and make sure it runs smoothly. So why would you then want to host parties if you aren’t fucking new people all the time? Well let’s get real about this... I’ve seen club entrance fees run from $40-500 per nite or weekend. That’s why! Eddy and Eva’s club regularly had 40-50 couples at the Sat night party @ $40 each and 6-8 singles @ $60 per night and it was open two or three other nights a week. Do the math. Anyway... The hosts are. The first segment of the show was pretty lame, having to do with the prostitution trade in Amsterdam. I was about to suggest that we shut the TV and have our own real sex, when the next segment began. Erotic wrestling was the topic. It showcased three couples and how each combined wrestling and sex. The first couple were white, average looking young adults. He was trim but not particularly physically fit. She was a big girl, about the same height, but appeared to be at least twenty or more. I did well – I was The Reinhardt-to-be. My early schooling and discipline paid off as expected.I studied hard. Research, Logic, Law. Top of my class in all of it. Of course.But I kept fighting it. Secretly looking for a way out.I’d almost caved during Law school. I’d met a guy; he was funny, clever, smart, and managed to push all my buttons just so. I confided in him about my distaste for the life I was headed into. He listened to me and seemed to be completely understanding. He pondered.