We were at a large party out in the countryside with several dozen people, and midnight was gone. Music blasted from loudspeakers, and  waiters moved everywhere with generous varieties of booze. We had escaped across the lawn from the noise (booze in hand) to chat with a few friends. My wife and I don’t often stay out late together, but if we make it past midnight everything is possible. Also, if my wife has more than three cocktails, everything is probable. Continue reading Sex Windows: the result of The Photo Experiment →