Janie… I promise you… everything's going to be all right again."

Jane had had kept silent but inside she was a seething mass of hostility. She was sick and tired of his selfishness. Why the hell didn't he take care of her needs for a change?

Jane looked around the pool at the other women sunning themselves. She knew that the complex that the couples lived in was a veritable hive of couple swapping and until this moment she had never even considered it in her wildest dreams. But with this latest problem with Matt, maybe, just maybe, it was not such a bad idea after all.

The leaders of the bunch of swingers seemed to be Mona and Jeff Allan. Although they all had barbecues together and swam together and had other recreational activities in common, when the lights went out what occurred in the various apartments was quite different. Jane and Matt and Mona and Jeff had played tennis together, not often, but they had never been involved in any of their rumored sexual exploits. In point of fact, during the day when the women saw each other around the pool, or in the laundry room or anywhere around the sprawling apartment house complex, the subject was never mentioned… never even hinted at.

The whole thing was very strange. It seemed that everyone was aware of these sexual swaps with the different couples, but no one ever seemed to talk about it.

Jane sat up and growing bored with lying in the sun decided to go upstairs to her apartment. She picked up her large yellow beach towel and stretching, said, "See you ladies later… I've got some things to do."

"Bye, Janie… remember what I told you," Harriet called.

How the hell could I forget, Jane thought to herself She got the elevator up to the fourth floor and got out and fumbled in the pocket of her beach jacket for the key. Opening the door she stepped into the hallway.