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I think that I said, “Aha…”
I certainly had nothing more definite to say. There was surprise
there, excitement and curiosity. There was a vague, paranoiac sense
that the whole world had been having fun and knew about the scene
whilst I had remained sequestered from it for my own good. There
was a flicker of fear. This man, after all, was my almost-lover and
a swinger.
And there was the ‘Aha’ of comprehension. No wonder
he had been so cool and patient. I might be his favourite woman at
the moment, but presumably he could have many others when swinging.
He could regard my prevarication with affectionate amusement.
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I questioned him. The whole idea of sex for fun amongst fellows
seemed so liberating and appealing that I wanted to know everything
right then. This was no corrupt, devious, vicious, world-weary man,
desperately seeking thrills when all else had proved dreary, but
a funny, enthusiastic, open-faced, boyish paramedic – a normal
guy. And he was a swinger. Any half-formed prejudices which I might
have been harbouring had to be aborted and discarded.
And, of course, there was the thrilling thought that this forbidden – or,
at least, hidden - world was just inches away from me. All that I
had to say was, “Show me,” and I could be part of the
swinging set within days.
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