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" Dan and I have a secret joke that our friends Bob and Lucy are closeted swingers and for the 4 years we&amp;#039;ve known them, they&amp;#039;ve been waiting for the perfect time to make their move on us. We&amp;#039;ve got lots of couple friends who, over several drinks, have gotten inappropriate or our conversation turned somewhat explicit. (I&amp;#039;ll never forget how one drunk girlfriend of mine forced me to rub her husband&amp;#039;s stomach at a barbeque because it was &amp;quot;so smooth and sexy.&amp;quot; Yuck. I wanted to puke.) Bob and Lucy are no different \u2014 over a bottle of wine or two, the four of us can get pretty raunchy. But that&amp;#039;s not why Dan and I joke that they&amp;#039;re swingers. We joke that they&amp;#039;re swingers because they introduced us to Turkish bath houses a few years ago. Since they&amp;#039;re Turkish (i.e. EXOTIC!) it&amp;#039;s very much part of their culture to head to the steam bath, sweat out the bad stuff, have some tea (or vodka) and kvetch. The first time they invited us to come with them, I asked Dan, &amp;quot;Are they swingers? Are we going to a swingers club?&amp;quot; Dan enthusiastically responded, &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll find out!&amp;quot; Of course, the spa \u2014 or banya as they refer to it \u2014 is so NOT about sex (at least the ones Bob and Lucy take us to!) It&amp;#039;s great \u2014 you get in your bathing suit and run from steam room to sauna to cold dunk pools and back again. You lose like 5 pounds and my complexion always looks great after a trip to the banya. But since we moved away we haven&amp;#039;t been and we missed it. And we hadn&amp;#039;t seen Bob and Lucy, so they asked us if we wanted to go to the spa, and then sleep over their house (since all that sweating makes you tired, you really don&amp;#039;t want to drive a far distance afterwards). We agreed that it sounded like fun. The day of our plans, I said to Dan, &amp;quot;This is it! This is the moment they&amp;#039;ve been waiting for!&amp;quot; We both agreed that if Bob and Lucy did in fact make a move on us, we would decline, as I&amp;#039;m really not attracted to Bob. And apparently, in the swinger&amp;#039;s book o&amp;#039; rules, both people got to be on board. And I&amp;#039;m not on board. Sorry to disappoint readers, but at the end of the night, Dan and I snuggled in to Bob and Lucy&amp;#039;s guest room, ALONE. We giggled to ourselves for thinking that they wanted to hook up with us. But Dan pointed out that Bob did sit awfully close to me in the steam room. I asked Dan, &amp;quot;Well, would we ever swing?&amp;quot; And Dan said, &amp;quot;If we both wanted to, sure!&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;m not sure if he was joking, but I stopped laughing. No way. Not us. Not ever. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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