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First Swingers party after the New Year is always a grand event.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to hang around and enjoy the party.  Frank and I hooked up early on, and he had ideas that required we start that evening.

We headed toward the inner city from the party, and found a dead-end alley that was pretty much empty, and he started setting up his little plan.  As he set it up, he talked about it.

First off, he had a VW bug, one of the small vintage ones, not one of those modern bubble ones, so he had plenty of room to back it up in the alley.  Once backed in place, he popped the hood … I mean the trunk.  I can never get over those cars with their trunk in the front.  He pulled out a large canvas … I mean real large.  It looked like a painters dropcloth for an entire room.   He went to the front of the alley and attached one side of the dropcloth to one side of the alley up near the top of the building, then attached the other side to the other side, also kind of high up.  He had used a trash can and a box to get it as high as he wanted, and the whole time he was talking about the history of movies, and black-and-white films and alot of other stuff like that.  Well, Once the cloth was in place, he hurried back to the car and brought out a boom box, and set it on the trash can that he had put to one side in the alley, almost like setting a stage.  Rushing back to the car, he flipped on the headlights, then went over to the boom box.  As he turned on the music, he bowed low and offered out his hand for a dance.  An old, somewhat familiar waltz came on, and I courtsied.  We approached each other and started to dance.  The hazy bright glow from the headlights reflected back from the canvas filled the sky with an ethereal light, making this dirty back alley come to life and become our own magical world.  One song after another filled the air, each song a different genre … there were tangos, salsas, rock, country, jazz and hip-hop … all the songs seemed familiar, but not quite what I was used to.  That didn’t matter - we danced the evening away, and between songs Frank would do other little things he had prepared … one time he brought out a small chair that he sat near the trash can.  Another time he brought out a wine bottle and two wine glasses.  As the evening wore on, I noticed between songs murmers and voices from the other side of the canvas, and I started realizing that the other side could see our silhouettes as we danced … almost like old black-and-white movies, only in shadow form.  It all started piecing together what he was accomplishing.

By the last couple songs, our dancing was no longer about our own little world that Frank had magically created, but was about the show we were putting on for the hidden audience.   As the last song came to a close, Frank grabbed the chair, I grabbed the boom box, and we both ran back to his car.  We drove off out of the alley to the cheers of dozens of onlookers, leaving that magical canvas and alley behind.

Lovemaking that night was so beautiful.

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