My friend Charlie and I stared into the room, mouths agape. There on the floor before us, rolling about on a bunch of mismatched mattresses, were a half dozen naked people, interacting in an unmistakably affectionate manner. It was hot and I began to sweat. I had never seen, well, an orgy before, much less been invited to one. Actually we hadn’t been invited. And we weren’t going to be. Charlie looked at me deadpan and stated the obvious […]
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