“What is that?”

“Underwear,” I replied. I had mine on, she was taking hers off.

“No…what’s that on your underwear?”

“A jack-off lantern. See where the eyes are supposed to? And the nose? Holes for my…”

“I can see. Your junk is hanging out of the holes.”

“Got a problem with it?”

“No. It’s just…”

“Yes?”

“I’m allergic to pumpkins. All gourds. Squash too. I hate Halloween because of it.”

“Sorry. Didn’t know.”

“No worries. I’m just not sure if I can…”

“We’re at a swinger’s club. If you can’t, someone else will.”

“That really sucks, dude!”

“That’s the idea”.