But a change as they say, so I thought it was high time I gave an account of a recent meet that turned out better than I ever expected it to.Dawn and ...yself ( Joe ) have been swinging for nearly all of our married lives. We know it isn’t everyones cup of tea and certainly not to everyones liking, but it suits us. We are both highly sexed and it gives us an interesting addition to our already excellent sex life. Dawn tends to keep in touch with old swinging friends and normally accesses swinging. We worked hard in school, maintained a great GPA, tooklots of AP classes and did all the other things that got us selected toone of the best educational institutions in the world.Not that we liked it all that much once we got there. I mean, we knew wewere lucky. Sure, we worked hard, but there's still something of alottery aspect to getting selected to many Ivy League schools. It's notenough to have good grades, and write a great admissions essay: youressay has to be read by the admissions. To Vegas.I was completely against it. My wife, for reasons I could not fathom, said she could go.I argued, with all the typical arguments. She was too young. We didn’t know (and couldn’t trust) her friends. There would be boys. There would be booze. It was fucking Vegas.Her mantra was, “Trust her, Bob. You have to let go eventually. Call this a trial run.”Riley, for her part, once she had parental permission in hand, put her arms around my neck and kissed me.“Thank you, Daddy,” she breathed. The acting manager immediately gave me a scornful look, but knew better than to attempt to interfere, about three months ago I had slapped her across the face following a verbal dispute, this resulted in my being banned.The twenty or so patrons immediately took notice as Joy was led onto the vacant stage. She had already been instructed as to the script to be recited, with the entire act taking no longer than ten minutes. None of the patrons were recognizable as clients of mine, but at least.