Jason brings Jazmine and Marcus into the living room. The evening goes very well. The wine flows freely and conversation moves smoothly. Carmen asks J...zmine to join her in the kitchen for a moment so the guys can get buddy buddy. Carmen says, "My guy and me, have been looking into swinging, but never ran into anybody we could even talk to about it. Do you like my guy? because I can admit that I already have noticed the bulge that Marcus is concealing. Can you see something happening here. " ... hard. The doctor says... [sigh] ... I might not ... play football again."Penny rubbed my back. "Things will work out. You have lots of friends. We'll help you though this, Kyle." Her closeness gave me a comfort I hadn't felt in days. We held each other for a couple minutes.Finally I managed to compose myself again. "Thanks for being here, Penny." I gave her a kiss on her cheek."I'm just trying to be a good friend, Kyle." She gave me a final hug. "I probably should get home. I'll see you. As I was rinsing off the soap I heard voices in the locker area. After I shut the water off, I stuck my head out of the stall and looked frantically for something to cover up with. Damn it, I thought, that little bastard forgot to bring the towel. This is crazy, I thought, high school is long past and after all, I am in a swing club. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway. Unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my. “On your hands and knees, like the dog that you are.” Responding to her order, I dropped to the ground and crawled towards her, feeling a little disappointed in myself and realising that the playful note of mischief in the tone of her voice didn't mean all was forgiven, but that she was looking forward to “punishing” me. As I shivered with anticipation, she responded with a smile, noting the mixture of arousal and apprehension that her “punishments” evoked in me, enjoying the conflict inside.