"I'll put it another way, then: does it excite you?"The band reaches the end of their session and she links an arm through mine. We stroll to the beer... tent."I have a tape of them,” she says, “at the hotel they stayed in last week." A tape? How’d you manage that?"She smiles but doesn’t answer. Instead, she greets several people while I get two glasses of champagne. I see my wife and her lover sitting on a garden swing. They’re laughing and wave at me before resuming their conversation. It’s as. We bounced around on the rough road, once I even had to get out and remove a big branch from blocking the road. The road apparently hadn’t been used much since hunting season in the fall. I finally pulled to a stop on the side of the road. Tracey looked around at all of the trees and said, ‘Ummm, I don’t see a field of flowers anywhere.’ ‘Really?’ I responded, my voice dripping with sarcasm, ‘it’s a little hike through the forest. It should be worth it.’ We got out of the truck and Tracey. She’s just straight. She knows all about my past, and I’ve heard about every boy and man she has fucked. She was pretty wild in college too. She’s a very fit and sexy thirty-three.”I knew what Susan was about to say, so as I was walking back to them with fresh drinks, I beat her to it. “You should invite her over. The more the merrier.”Susan shot me astonished look, and then she showed me a smile that told me she was proud of me for being so bold.“She’d love that.” Sandy said. “Should I call. It's kind of tippy." I don't know whether she was making this up or if there was a real problem and she was just using this as an excuse to get Sven into her bedroom. Whatever it was, Sven's response told me he was going to have fun with the whole situation. He knew she wanted him bad; and he was going to playfully make her suffer just a little longer."Tippy?" he replied. "Maybe it's a problem with your slot." Wh ... what?" she looked at him with her mouth hanging open in surprise."Those.