<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sara<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living room<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Everybody, it would seem.<br/><hr/><br/>Sara watched momentarily as Conor left to get her a drink.  It wasn't exactly what she had in mind but it worked.  Finding the nearest person who wasn't already engaged she smiled and began talking.  The usual questions were asked and answered.  ("What do you do?"<strong>"I run a small business, .  It's mostly a hobby.  Conor is the bread winner."</strong>"How do you like it?"<strong>"It's fun.  Keeps me busy... at least until we decide to have kids.  Not for many years,"</strong>with a laugh.  "Where are you from?"<strong>"San Fransisco.  Keep trying to talk Conor into moving back there."</strong>Experienced swinging before?<strong>"You could say that?  It's how I met my husband."</strong>)<br/><br/>Of course, she asked the questions in return plus some of her own, such as, (<strong>"What are you looking forward to most this weekend?"  How was the trip here?  Where'd you go to school?  How long have you been swinging?  How often do you swing?"</strong>)   For the most part she kept things casual and delayed her typical "ice-breaking" questions for later.  It was easy to see that she took care of herself, adored Conor, and that her husband took good care of her.  To someone not accustomed to the lifestyle it might be difficult to understand why she swung.<br/><br/>After awhile, Sara disengaged from her current conversation and approached Christine who had stepped to the side and was watching.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, thank you again for having us.  You have a lovely home and Conor and I are honored that you chose to invite us."</strong>A friendly, disarming smile filled Sara's lips.<strong>"Those butterflies ready to burst out yet?"</strong>She followed it with a teasing wink.<strong>"Is there anything I can do to help out?"</strong>she asked sincerely.