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He was wearing jeans, sandals, and a Bob Marley t-shirt. His skin tone was brown, but his hair was blond and his eyes were blue. He wore his long hair pulled back into a pony tail. 
    I expected her to lean away from Pony Tail, but she didn’t. Instead, she reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. My jaw and stomach tightened. Ginny was obviously flirting with this guy too. I realized she was in full game-on mode and I did not like it. 
    I resisted the impulse to rush out and…and what…intervene…stop her?  I had no claim on her. In fact, even though I always felt this overwhelming connection to Ginny from the time we were kids, I never acted on it. Instead, I avoided her at all costs, choosing to date Cindy, the cheerleader, like everyone expected and for whom I actually felt nothing. What right did I have to be jealous now when I had shunned her all those years ago? 
    A tap on the shoulder interrupted my thoughts.  “This is the best part,” said Mr. Hairless. “When my co-worker finished his hunting story, he politely asked about my weekend. I told him we went to Nashville. Of course he wanted to know whether we went to Coyote Ugly. In a matter-of-fact voice, I told him we went to a sex party where I did five women.” 
    Mr. Hairless paused for dramatic effect. He was way too full of himself. I was more interested in Ginny’s conversation and was about to return my attention to the window when Mr. Hairless’ finger tips brushed my forearm. 
    “He looked at me like I was full of it and asked me what I really did,” said Mr. Hairless. “He had no idea I was telling him the truth.” 
    It all sounded like a bunch of bull shit to me. Five women...seriously…why would you want to do something like that? He should be paying attention to his beautiful wife, instead of chasing after other women. 
    Besides, Mr. Hairless didn’t look like anything special to me. The guy flirting with Ginny was a different matter. I could see why women might find him attractive. He was a classically handsome surfer dude. 
    I needed to talk to Ginny, but Mr. Hairless insisted on continuing with his story. Shaking his head he said, “People think killing something is believable, but getting laid isn’t.” 
    He raised his hands to his side, palms facing upward like a scale of justice and said, “Let me see, sit in the cold wet forest waiting to kill something or participating in an orgy. Humm, tough decision, but I choose sex over sport killing any day.” 
    Finally, he appeared to be finished. I gave him a polite smile and turned to the window. Ginny was gone. Where did she go? I had to find out and started for the door, but Mr. Hairless grabbed my arm and said, “So what do you think?” 
    He was beginning to get on my nerves, and my response was probably a bit short, “Aren’t you just using women for sex?” 
    Shaking his head he answered, “Not at all. They are using me for sex.” 
    I snorted in response, so he added, “Wives are the ones who drive the swinger lifestyle. They want to explore their sexuality while preserving their marriages. I’m happy to help.” 
    My first reaction was to think it didn’t sound anything like my marriage. Then I remembered a conversation early in our relationship when Cynthia asked if I had ever considered a threesome. 
    After stuttering and stammering for a minute or so, I told her no, I had too much respect for her to do something like that. I remember thinking she looked disappointed with my answer, but convinced myself it was my imagination. Maybe she had been trying to explore her sexuality with me. 
    Mr. Hairless was shrewder than I originally gave him credit. Maybe he saw recognition in my face. I can’t be certain, but in any event his words seemed much more calculated than I had originally thought. 
    “These women have huge appetites,” said Mr. Hairless. “They are voracious. Most of their husbands have declining testosterone levels and