She had measured the risk of taking up with him again and considered it too great to chance."Come on, lazy, let's finish, I want to go shopping for so...e curtains." Aren't you the domestic one," he kidded as they resumed their run."My parents may stop by over the holidays; I don't want my mother seeing those awful blinds you have up. What if your parents decide to come by? They'll think I'm a tasteless decorator if I don't do something about those windows," she laughed over her shoulder, already. Word. Me and my girlfriends would love to just hang out with him and his homies, ya know?” She turned up the radio as loud as it would go and leaned out the window like she was a Crip in South Central. Never mind the fact that the closest she’d ever been to any hood was getting lost in Hartford once and driving into an area where she felt like she had to lock her doors. “And his wife Beyonce is so pretty right? She’s got a real badunkkadunk. She’s got some junk in the trunk, you know what. .now remind me agian.. what were we studying last time blushing red as i look at them for a sec and then you umm the human body hoveing just in front of your face looking down at you ...really? and what about it were we working on? biteing in to my lip muttering quietly um sexual reactions chewing on my lips thinking I start sliding across the table so I am sitting directly in front of you, leaning back I little I lift and swing my leg over your head so I am now sitting directly in. They were about thirty miles away. I e-mail chatted back and forth with the wife a few times and she actually seemed normal. Swinging was something she and her husband did to keep thing exciting in bed. I finally agreed to take the first step and meet them at a restaurant for dinner. This would be a chance to meet and see if we felt a mutual attraction for each-other. I told them my husband would not be in on this, and that seemed still ok with the both of them. It was a couple weeks.