Marjorie lifted her leg up and placed it across my lap. “That’s a nice summerhouse. Have you ever made love in it?”  I was still wondering why she was using my lap as a footstool. “Er … no, I haven’t.” “Would you like to,” she asked, “with me?” Earlier this evening, my wife Sonia suggested a barbeque. I said I didn’t mind, to which she replied she was pleased as she had already invited some neighbours around. My heart san...