The Exchange Game
Mark laid out a cheese platter and took a big swig of wine. His wife had decided that they would throw a little party for their college friends. He checked the temperature on the probe thermometer. The chicken would be done soon. He walked to the fridge and checked his tie in the stainless steel reflection. "A tie? Really?" Allison had managed to sneak up on him again. Her lithe form was covered with jeans and a simple white peasant blouse, her long brown hair in a ponytail. "We...