Her kids leave on Friday at 4 p.m. with her ex-husband. The evening is ours.

We go to the video store and rent Peter Sellers in “The Party”. Shyly she says, “I’ve never seen a porn film”. I am overjoyed. This promises to be an exceptionally sexual evening.

Porno videos are in a separate room in the store. The door is an old-fashioned latticed pair of saloon swinging doors. Over the entrance is a sign: “Adults Only”. I go in and scan the titles. One is something like “Swinger Party”, so I grab it and leave the adult room. She has a naughty face when she sees the video in my hand. She is at the checkout counter, blushing and smiling a twisted smile.

The owner on the cash has an English accent, long greasy hair turning grey, and a permanent leer. His assistant rings up the rental of the two videos. The assistant is short and stocky with a face like a pugilist. The owner examines the two videos, “The Party” and “Swinger Party”..

“Do I see a theme here?” he says in a jocular tone. She blushes again. Why do people think sex is funny? Does it make them nervous so they cover with with jokes? I’ve always been dead serious about this greatest of adult pleasures.

We go home and have a simple supper in the kitchen. Then we retire to the basement family room.