She laughed at my question. She paused and said, “Make the connection Mark. Adult party, a swing” I sat there thinking. A long pause. Then it hit me, like a bolt of lightning. “Um, ok…. I think I get it now, it’s a swing party.” “Are you and your wife ok with that? We’re not Exotic Girl trying to make anyone uncomfortable. These parties are just for fun. No drama of any kind. Of course, since you have put 2 and 2 together, I should tell you that the second party will be clothing optional. We are expecting about 40 or so people, we still have a couple of non-committals due to work obligations.” “Jane, I’m sure that we’re ok with the swing party, but let me talk it over with my wife. May I call you tomorrow Ethnic Porn night?” “Of course, my dear. Call either myself of John.” She hung up. I went over the whole conversation with Vickie. She got excited. 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