I brought up the idea to my girlfriend Stephanie, who's pretty open-minded about things like that and anxious to experiment with our sex lives.We have...what you might call a committed open relationship: We both date (and bed) other people, but we both check with each other when we want to make plans. If one of us wants to see the other on a night when we're all set up to see someone else, that other person has to wait. We're committed to each other first and foremost. But it didn't surprise me. After I had escorted each to the table, Mary surprised me stating, "Tom (me) upset me this afternoon and won't be able to play poker tonight. Since everything has already been set up, and Tom has provided a maid to serve you all, does anyone mind if I play instead?" There were no objections."Donna dear, please get the gentlemen a beer, and bring me a white wine," Mary ordered."Yes mam," I responded, throwing in a curtsey for good measure.As the game progressed, Mary appeared to be winning quite. I ask you a second time, will you honor my request?" "Oh, very well. Let it be so." Dust swirled about them, enveloping them in a cloak of charcoal gray. It passed after only a moment, transported to the spacious apartments of the Lady Sorceress. A cheery fire crackled in the fireplace, throwing warm light across the wide four-poster bed and luxuriously upholstered furniture. "Here we are," said the Sorceress. "The doors are sealed. No one will interrupt us until morning." She sat. “What about dear?” I asked to come in, and although she stepped aside, I saw she was hesitant to do so. She didn’t ask me to sit down. “Well, what is it Frankie?” “Um, well, it’s about last week. I’m sorry.” “So am I, Frankie.” But, it’s better if we both forget it, okay?” “Okay. But, well, it’s been really bothering me. And, there’s some things that I don’t understand.” “Frankie, I said forget it,” she said a little sternly. “But . . .” “We are not going to discuss this. Period. Now run along,.