My husband and I moved to Philadelphia, so he could attend grad school, in August 1978. We’d been married just over a year. I was only twenty-three then. Neither of us was familiar with city, but we quickly found an apartment we were very happy with. It was some distance from both the university and my eventual job, but we had a car and there was a nearby train stop. I was also fortunate in finding a job, as an administra...

“Hold on a second! Are you telling me you want to be gang banged?” This couldn’t possibly be the girl I married. She could barely acknowledge there was such a thing as sex! True, we had been to two or three gatherings that could be called swinger parties, but that was more curiosity about her boss and his friends than any real interest on our part. We hadn't participated. I couldn’t get my head around what she was saying....