Then the drawing.
Later—much later—Claire lay in the dark, Tom’s arm draped over her, the camera’s red eye unblinking. She wondered if Mark was holding Lena the same way. If the redhead—Rachel—was watching her husband with another woman, or if she’d drawn someone else entirely.
“She picked it out.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Rachel likes to watch. Through the monitor.” He pointed to a small camera on the bookshelf, a red light glowing. Swingers Wife Swap 2 - The Key Party
The invitation arrived in a plain cream envelope, no return address. Inside, a single key—brass, heavy, old-fashioned—taped to a card that read: The Harrisons. 8 PM. Bring nothing but an open mind.
His guest room was all gray velvet and low lamplight. He poured two fingers of bourbon. She asked, “Does your wife know about the blue grip?” Then the drawing
But Claire shook her head. “We came here to play.”
Lena held the bowl. “Ladies first.”
She found Mark in the main hallway, leaning against the wall, shirt untucked, looking younger than she’d seen him in years. He held out the brass key.
“Lena’s,” he said. “She wants us to come back next month.” Through the monitor