The other campers and I shrieked as the light moved slowly but surely toward the fire. I grabbed my father in panic. A feeble scream escaped my lips. The light moved closer. The source was revealed by the light of the fire. One of the troop leaders had sneaked into the trees during the telling of the tale. One day, another friend lent me a series of self-help books. One chapter that stuck in my head was about couples who swapped partners – swinging. I wondered what it would be like with another.