CHAPTER SIX
After the party we'd given, we sort of got to be the king and queen of our local swinging circuit. Couples just couldn't seem to get enough of us at their homes.
And, of course, for every invitation we accepted, etiquette required we return the favor. It seemed we were always coming and going, but we thrived on the activity. Swapping had made us feel so young.
Being out so much, we naturally had to do something about the children. To insure our availability, it was necessary to secure reliable child-care services.
Marsha Cox was fine when we were gone, but what about when we entertained at home? Since we'd used my parents once, I went to them and offered a proposition.
"Frank and I have gotten into something pretty good," I frankly told them all they needed to know without
