Wife Swapping
Wife Swapping By Rachel J. Badger It was a typical 4th of July: not quite 70 degrees out, rain falling in a deceptively light mist which nonetheless still managed to soak me to the bone. Here in the Pacific Northwest, you work with what you get, and not grilling wasn't an option. Mick Gunderson took a swig of his beer while I flipped the patties. My wife Molly, her flaming red hair nearly incandescent against the gray sky, sat on a lawn chair beneath the pergola where it was...