“I hope the neighbors aren’t watching,” Brenda said. We stood there, on her porch, watching the car back out of the driveway and onto the street. My wife was driving; her husband was sitting beside her. “Why?” I asked as I waved to the two of them. KC flashed the headlights. “They’ll think we’re swingers, swapping partners.” I looked at her. In the shadows of the porch light, I couldn’t tell if she was serious or joking....