At the hotel I phoned my wife to say I had met an old friend and would be home when I got there, she was OK with this and said have a good time. I tho...ught I sure will, but was still nervous about going with a male again after all these years. We went to the bar and ordered a couple of cold beers, and sat quietly talking. Dave said that he had always remembered that afternoon in New York, and always wondered why I hadn't returned for more. I told him that I had felt a little bit uneasy with what. "Great! You remember Ian and Jenny Westover? We met them at a couple of the company deals."Janice nodded and lit a cigarette as she set her drink down and joined him on the couch."Yes, especially Jenny... beautifully built redhead."Don nodded."That's the one. Well, you're not going to believe this, but they have a yen to try a little wife-swapping, and Ian sounded me out on it this afternoon."A flicker of interest flashed through Janice's face."Do they know what we like?"Don shook his head. ‘What’s your favorite color?’ I asked. ‘Hmmm…red, I think.’ ‘Tell me why,’ I said, taking a tube of red acrylic from the bench. ‘It’s bold and strong, plus I like warm colors – although I suppose red might fall into the category of hot rather than warm.’ I reached to the bench for tubes of yellow, burnt sienna and white. ‘But maybe the best thing about red,’ she continued, ‘is that it’s such a passionate color. Red makes no compromises or apologies for its fire, strength or boldness – it’s. ”The little black bikini, which her mother absolutely hated her wearing and made sure she informed her of it every time she wore it. Her parents, mainly her mother, had said she could not wear that to the pool. She could wear it around the house, when she was sun bathing out back nut nowhere else and not if they had visitors.“Well yes it doesn’t cover as much skin as that does,” he said with a slow nod, “But it also doesn’t show off as much as you are showing now.”“I guess you don’t like me.