Greenlake Stories

It was about 2:00am and my wife and I were walking home from a swing party. It was a lovely June night in Seattle, and even though Green Lake Park was officially closed we cut through because it saved us a few blocks walk."I'm still horny'," my wife said. "That friend of Lori's just didn't satisfy me.""Well, we can always do a quick hump on a picnic table," I voluntered."Sounds good to me," she said and headed for a table...