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I cross my arms. “That a delay tactic?”

“I’ll have more,” Marshall says, “if you don’t mind, boss.”

“Me, too,” Cheryl says.

“I’ll bring more next time,” Bridget offers, handing Cheryl the bag of chicken.

I take Bridget by the elbow and guide her out of the office.

“Wait! I left my mask in my backpack,” she says.

“Your mask?” I ask.

“I don’t exactly want to advertise my identity to your other club members.”

“There are masks over there, but you won’t need one. I’ve got a private room reserved.” We continue walking.

“Oh. Well, why don’t we just go up to your place then?” she asks.

“Because if I decide to invite company, I don’t have to go far.”

“Menage is on my list of hard limits.”

For now, I think to myself. “You’ve never fantasized about being with two guys at once? Or maybe adding a woman?” I inquire.

“Not really. I take it it’s not new to you?”

“Menage? No.”

She pauses. “So were you with another guy or two women?”

“Depends what instance you’re referring to.”

“Have you been with two women before?”

“Yes.”

“A woman and a guy?”

“Yes.”

“Two guys?”

“No. Any other combinations you want to know about?”

“What other combinations are there?”

“Menage doesn’t stop at three.”

She stops in her tracks. “How many people have you been with at one time?”

“I’ve been in a foursome before. Two men, two women.”

I eye her carefully for her reaction, wondering if it’s too much information for her. Will she be put off? She seems very pensive.

“You do that kind of thing a lot?” she asks.

“No.”

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