The extra room was finally rented out, and Lilly, the beautiful brown haired, brown eyed young lady who rented the bedsit was a real joy to be around. Besides, you and Sweetie could use a few extra dollars to help cushion your little nest egg. Sweetie's your husband, but you've been calling him by his pet name for so long you've nearly forgotten his real name. You both thought it was completely darling when she confessed that she was afraid that you would refuse to rent the cute little studio to her because she was a lesbian. You tried to reassure her by sharing that both you and sweetie had ventured over to wild side during your college days. Sweetie wasn't too pleased to have that information revealed, but typical to his kindhearted nature he just smiled and shrugged.
Before long, all the folks in your newly created communal home, three people and two dogs, had become great pals, and by and large the atmosphere was quite agreeable. So it was a welcome adventure when Lilly invited you both downtown to see her favorite retro-swing band, Second Street Boogie. It seemed like just moments before everyone was in period costumes, out the door and into the car. Swing dancing to the sound of Jump Blues fueled by bourbon and coke was just the distraction that the doctor ordered. As the three of you were swinging and swaying on the dance floor and watching Lilly move brought back sensations and urges that you hadn't felt since you were in college, and you were very sure that she noticed. Lilly volunteered to be the designated diver so you and Sweetie felt free to indulge a little more in libations than usual, and in the spirit of moment, Sweetie was feeling maybe a drink or two too free.