We can all laugh about it now. But at the time, it was a little unsettling. A man and a woman with whom we have recently become acquainted have lifestyle house parties about once a month. My wife and I were enjoying ourselves at our third such party, up on the third floor of the house. The host pops his head into the room and announces, "just so you know, the police are here. You might not want to go out onto the deck unless you have your cloths on."

One of the salient features of one of these parties is the opportunity to be in or around the pool sunning, socializing, flirting, and cavorting without the need of a swimsuit. One of the neighbors, who had to be hanging by his or her toes from a rain gutter or doing some similar kind of fantastical acrobatic stunt to have had any change of seeing into the pool area, had apparently phoned in a complaint of lewd activity. I must give credit to the woman with whom I was at the time engaged in one of those lewd activities. She never even missed a beat. She was completely oblivious to this surprising announcement and kept right on going. Some other partygoers reacted differently.

We're going to miss this month's party. Hoping that the weather will still be warm enough for pool time next month.