He was sitting with his laptop open, at his usual place at the dinner table. It was late in the evening. The wire from the power supply was hanging down from the table top and wriggling its way towards the electrical socket in the wall. This was his favourite place and his favourite domestic occupation. Sitting in loneliness working with his computer.

Today was no exception. His mind was completely occupied with the internet page displayed in front of him. A black page with text in a red coloured font. A list of online members was displayed; small icons indicated the sex and photo availability. Most of the online members were single men, fewer were couples and very few were single women.

Carefully he sought out members for further investigation. A click on the hypertext link sent him to individual profiles. He had performed this exercise plenty of times. He knew exactly what he was looking for. Amateur porn! Couples displaying their perverted desires in public, here on the internet for anyone who could find the way into the black and red pages hidden behind the biblical names – Adam and Eve!

A strange name for a swinger club. Weren’t Adam and Eva afraid of nudity?

Nobody on these pages appeared to be afraid of nudity and still less afraid of exposing themselves in embarrassing coital positions.

He fancied pictures of women being taken by many men, women with white semen splashed onto their bare skin. Among the many member profiles he tirelessly and with great patience collected the ones that matched his particular interest.

As he worked himself through the many pages he began realizing the severe unbalance in this swinger’s world. Incredibly many men existed in that world, but there were very few female partners for these men to copulate with. Imagining himself in the club revealed an obvious problem. How should he promote himself among all these androgen pumped competitors? Would he end up standing in the background with a soft penis while more virile male copies of homo sapiens would triumph in success?

Night after night he returned to the black and red coloured pages. Slowly the courage built up inside him. He felt a strong urge to visit the club, a strong urge to live out the fantasy. He had been there before. He had been in the same emotional situation before. In his youth he had visited porn cinemas in the city’s red light district. Always the same feeling. Dry mouth, a heart bouncing in his chest and yet he had gone with confidence in a direct path through the city until he had entered the door to the adult theatre.

Once inside he had changed. He was never afraid; he had gone directly after the titles showing the scenes he had decided in advance to watch. He had transformed into the elite adult cinema guest, maybe he would also transform into the elite swinger once he had arrived in the club?

He finally decided it was time to go. It happened one day during his summer holiday. It was a beautiful and hot day. He told his two sons that he would be away for some hours. His wife was at work, it was a perfect day for experiments; it was a perfect day for betrayal.

Normally when Jarel leaves for work around a quarter to 7 a.m. I go back to sleep until at least 8 a.m. so that I can watch Spongebob but since it is Friday and he was not only singing loudly but also talking to me and asking me questions that by the time he left I was wide awoke. I scrolled the guide and the only thing that interested me was Cheech & Chong’s Nice Dreams (go figure…legendary potheads).