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harmonious. I live on the third floor of a building on Decatur Street across from the Old Mint, and they share an apartment on the fourth floor. It’s kind of cool. We all have our privacy when we need it, or if we want to be together, we can be easily. If Frank needs some alone time, Colin comes down and hangs with me. Of course, we had to set up ground rules. The first thing we negotiated was sex. We decided all three of us didn’t need to be present for it to happen without guilt. Sometimes we all spend the night together; some nights we all sleep alone; some nights one sleeps alone. We also decided not to be monogamous. It seemed kind of silly to demand it of each other (things happen, after all—look at the three of us!), but so far no one’s strayed out of our arrangement. Goddess, who has time? I do like to go out sometimes by myself, and the bars are always crawling with hot boys, but I am doing it less and less. On those rare occasions when I do go to the bars alone, every time some hot guy gives me the eye I think about what I have waiting for me at home and just smile and look away. No guy is so hot that he would be better than the two I have at home.
    So, I guess I’ve kind of settled down my wayward ways. I worried about it sometimes: Was I getting old? Was I slowing down? Was I becoming someone I wasn’t? I still liked to go out dancing, but if the boys wanted to stay home I found myself staying home with them and doing some kind of crazy thing—when you put together a longtime private eye, an ex-stripper, and a former FBI agent, you can come up with all kinds of interesting experiences.
    One night we played “voyeur.” I thought it was kind of silly myself at first. I was supposed to climb up the back steps and pretend like I didn’t know either one of them. I know I rolled my eyes when Frank was explaining it all to me—role-play has always struck me as kind of silly—but both Frank and Colin thought it would be fun. And they were really into it. So I said, sure, okay, and sat down on my couch. I waited about fifteen minutes after they went upstairs, then followed. As I climbed the stairs all I could think was, “This is stupid, stupid, stupid.” As I got closer to the window into their back bedroom, I could hear them. I stopped and listened for just a minute. It was like listening to a porn tape with the picture off. I could hear them kissing, their breathing, the occasional moan, the slap of bare flesh coming together. I found myself getting aroused. I climbed up a few more steps and then found myself peeking over the ledge and into the room. The lights were off except for a few candles burning, and looking at their incredible naked bodies, their mouths pressed together, the urgency of their hands touching and stroking each other, I found myself watching for a lot longer than I thought I would. At first, I figured I’d get so turned on watching I’d be inside joining them in no time. But watching as they got it on, their two sweating and heaving muscular bodies coming together, hands exploring, mouths coming together in kisses both passionate and tender, I couldn’t tear myself away. It was like I was seeing something I wasn’t supposed to see, and that made it even more intensely erotic and sexy. Once, Frank looked over at me and winked before Colin went back to work on his nipples, and his eyes closed again. It was like interactive porn, almost. And then I realized they were both getting off on me watching, with the window in between us, and it was making them hornier, like they were performing for me, to make me excited, and that was when I couldn’t take it anymore and had to join in.
    Why on earth would you want to go to a bar when you can do things like that at home?
    Suffice it to say, we have a great sex life together.
    So, in those days leading to Mardi Gras, life was good. Frank had also gone to work with us for the agency,