I’m Frederika Röckert, but call me Freda.”“I’m Steve Adams, and yes, I’m the exchange student. I’m still learning Swedish.”“Your pron...nciation was fine, so that’s a good start! And that’s a cool hat!”“Thanks. Do you live around here?”“Yes, over on Jaktlykan. Maybe we can get together sometime? I’d like to have a friend from the US.”“Sure. I can give you my phone number.”“I know Peter really well, so I have it. Are you free sometime this week?”“I have something going on almost every day. Maybe. A little make-up, my eye shadow and black eyeliner to enhance mynatural sparkling blue eyes and my favourite glossy red lipstick matching thecolour of my inch-long impeccably manicured fingernails, and I was ready torock. The evening with my friends was great. I had a great time, drinking,dancing and flirting. Dancing is something I am really good at, and I enjoydoing things I am good at. The alcohol made me flirt more than I have donein years so I made sure some of the men in the club could. We started talking, have a few drinks, he took me home because the girl I came with was busy with some guy, I was sure she was glad that I left her alone. We hit it off well and started going on dates and finally got married. He was 27 and I was 26. We have been married now for 10 years. The sex was great but after a couple of years I suggested that we should spice it up by having a third party. I thought for sure he was going to blow his top. To my surprise he said he had been fantasizing. I can see her starting to glance around quietly seeking. I grin to myself and move to lean against the window sill from the outside.No one about so I gently put my hand in the small of her back. She starts and glances behind. Smiling broadly and says “I wondered where you got to”. She is alone just sitting on the edge of the party half in half out. I caress her back slipping my hand up and down feeling her body through the fabric. It buttons at the back. I undo the middle button and slide my.