Claire took the key. Then she took his hand. “Let’s go home first.”
But as they pulled into their own driveway, Claire looked at the brass key still in her palm. She slipped it onto her key ring, next to her house key and her office fob. Swingers Wife Swap 2 - The Key Party
Tom offered his hand. “No pressure,” he said. “We can just talk.” Claire took the key
Claire reached in without looking, her fingers closing around a cold metal shaft. She pulled it out—a simple silver key with a blue rubber grip. She held it up. Across the room, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a rugby shirt raised his glass. Tom. She’d noticed him earlier. Quiet. Married to the redhead in the black dress. Swingers Wife Swap 2 - The Key Party