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said, smacking me on my rear as I walked out the door.   “Be good or I won’t tell you at all.”
    “Yes sir!”   I giggled.
    John was a perfect gentleman, taking my bag and helping me get into his new truck in my short black dress.   He had his bag already in the truck waiting.
    I fought the urge not to ask where we were going for the first ten minutes.   Clearly, we were heading out of town, but the destination was still a mystery.
    “I love the big hair.   Guess it’s from growing up in the 80s.   But it’s hot!”   He reached over grabbing my hand.   “So, do you want to know where we are going?”
    “No, not really.   I’ve only asked a dozen times.   Clearly, I have no interest in the destination.   But the company is fantastic.”   I winked at him.
    “Cute.   In about fifteen minutes, we’re going to pull into an on-premise swingers’ club.”   He glanced over at me.
    “A what?”
    “Well, I had a bed and breakfast already booked for us.   I was going to give you all the romance you could stand.   But then you got these tickets.   After you invited me, I started thinking that before you go for a two week vacation to a swinger’s resort, that perhaps you should actually visit a swing club so that you know what you’re dealing with.
    “Have you ever been to a swing club?”   Maybe there was part of John I didn’t know about.
    “Remember, I told you I have an ex-girlfriend who was into this stuff?   I went with her twice before we broke up.   That’s not why we broke up, we just didn’t do well living together, so we knew there was no future.”   He took a deep breath and waited for me to respond.
    At first, I began to regret that we wouldn’t be going to a quaint bed and breakfast.   But then, my entire day had been filled with romantic gestures.   Tonight could be fun.   I had John with me, and he was a tremendous lover.
    “This will be fun!”   I smiled at him.   “So what can I expect.   I mean, you know, since I’ve never been to anything like this.”   My heart began to race.   New experiences were great, but also gave me a hint of anxiety.   I was getting better, but nervousness still plagued me.
    “This is why I didn’t tell you ahead of time.   I didn’t want to give you time to worry.   If you don’t want to go, we can turn around.”
    “No, I want to go!   Just give me some idea.”
    “We’ll get a tour when we first get there.   Then, we’ll grab a seat in the bar area and make our drinks.”
    “Make our drinks?”
    “Yes, it’s a bring your own type of establishment.   They don’t have a liquor license.   It’s a private, members-only club.   We’ll make our drinks and relax, maybe dance.   When you’re ready, you’ll change into lingerie and come back to the bar.   You can approach people you’re interested in, or wait for someone to come to you.”
    I felt relieved already having some information.
    “Thank you, John.   This really is thoughtful, in a weird sort of way.”
    “I’m glad you think so,” he said, “because we’re here.”
    The place had a gravel parking lot and looked like an old house with a large addition, which had no windows.   A privacy fence surrounded the backside of the property.   There were no signs indicating it was a business of any kind.   It was very inconspicuous.
    After we parked, he grabbed both our bags and the cooler he brought, not allowing me to carry anything.   We went in the front door of what looked like a very large, albeit midlevel home.   We were greeted by a lady in lingerie and thigh-high boots.   We filled out membership cards, indicating our promise to abide by the rules and not to talk about the   club to outsiders.
    She flagged another woman toward us.   “This is Ginger.   She’s one of our volunteers here.   She’ll give you a tour and answer any questions you may have.”   Ginger rushed over in her hooker shoes and leather clad outfit.
    “Hi guys!