"Come on in," the woman said, moving aside. "Brad has told me a little about you."

Sharon flushed and lowered her eyes, wondering exactly what the woman's husband had said.

"I… I brought you a bottle of wine," she said weakly.

"Come on in," Nancy said, "you can help us dunk it."

Ushered inside, Sharon felt more ridiculous than ever. Still, she seemed to be drawn to the young couple. When she sat down on the couch, Brad entered the room. He lifted his eyebrows when he saw her, then shot his wife a quick glance.

"Guess who's here," Nancy said to Brad. "I was afraid you might have scared her off." She then turned to Sharon. "He can be pretty cool when he wants to."

Sharon's mouth felt dry as cotton, her heart was pounding in her throat. Obviously Brad hadn't told his wife anything about what had happened. Somehow, the idea excited her more than ever. It was as if the two of them shared some precious secret.

"Well, let's try the wine," Nancy said, getting glasses.

After drinks were poured, then refilled, the atmosphere warmed. Sharon felt her muscles rein, felt more secure. She even toyed with the idea of giving Brad some sort of message to come over and see her when his wife was away again.

"My husband tells me you're a fantastic cocksucker," Nancy said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I… I beg your pardon?" Sharon gasped, spilling her drink.

"Oh, not to worry," Nancy said. "Brad and I are very liberal. In fact, we were so liberal, we got kicked out of our last apartment."

Sharon didn't know what to think. Had she heard right? And if she had, what did the woman mean, anyway?

"Liberal?" she asked, searching for the first word she could utter.

"Sure," Nancy explained. "Twosomes, threesomes, bondage, water sports, you name it."