I spluttered, but couldn’t come up with anything coherent. Steph, meanwhile, was looking at me with a wry smile.
“And the sort of people who would be willing to share. Both ways. A wife who wouldn’t be eaten alive by jealousy if her husband spent a few hours a month in lovely Sandy’s arms. And a man who wouldn’t try to keep Sandy all to himself, like a little boy with a candy bar.”
“Thank you, Monica.” Steph’s voice was slightly choked. “You’ve given John and me a lot to think about. We’ll talk to you soon.”
My wife disconnected the phone and stared at me. I shrugged helplessly. “What?”
“I suppose we ought to read the brochure, huh?”
I went to the drawer where I had absentmindedly thrown the envelope a few weeks ago, thumbing through the contents until I found the packet Monica had ha
