Garry Disher - Snapshot

On Saturday she watched Robert have sex with four women. She had sex with two men. And now it was Tuesday and she was driving along the highway with her seven-year-old daughter. Sex with strangers on a Saturday evening, driving around with her daughter in the family station wagon on a Tuesday morning: were these the twin poles of her existence? Not any more. Janine McQuarrie had done something about that.

Are we there yet? asked Georgia in her piping voice.

Another clich in a life of them. Not yet, sweetie. Bit further.

She needed to concentrate. The weak, wintry sun was casting confusing shadows but, more than anything, shed be obliged to make right-hand turns pretty soon. A right turn off the highway, another off the Peninsula Freeway, and another off Penzance Beach Road, which wound in a dizzying climb high above sea level. She slowed for an intersection, the light green. She should make a right turn here, but that meant giving way to the oncoming traffic, which was streaming indifferently towards her, and what if some maniac failed to stop before she completed the turn? She tried to swallow. Her mouth was very dry. Someone sounded their horn at her. She continued through the intersection without turning.

All those people there last Saturday, as close as bodies can get to one another, yet Janine hadnt expected, sought or found any kind of togetherness. She knew from past experience that the other couples would look out for each other, the wives watching out for their husbands, always with a smile, a kiss, a comforting or loving caress, Just checking that youre happy. kind of thing, and the husbands checking on how their wives were doing, Are you okay? Love you kind of thing, even stopping to have sex with them before moving on to another play area. But that wasnt Roberts style. He would never so much as say Enjoy yourself but go after the single women and younger wives, a glint of grasping need in his eyes, and last Saturday hadnt been any different. Hed kept her there until three in the morning, long after most of the others had gone home.

Mum?

What?

Can I have a Happy Meal for lunch?

Well see.

Beside her, Georgia began to sing.

It had taken her husband about three months to wear her down. When hed first proposed attending one of the parties, late last year, Janine had thought he was joking, but it soon became clear that he wasnt. Shed felt vaguely discomfited, more from the tawdriness and risk of exposure than realising he probably didnt want her sexually any more. Why do you want to have sex with other women besides me? shed asked, putting on a bit of a quiver.

But you can have sex with other men, hed said reasonably, as many as you want.

Youre pimping for me, Robert?

No, of course not, it will spice things up for us.

Things had been low-key to non-existent, she had to admit. They still were-with Robert at least.

For three months shed let him think his wheedling and cajoling were seducing her into it. Youll meet lovely people, he said one day. Very open-minded.

That confirmed it: hed had experience already. She waited a beat and said in a little voice, You mean youve already been to one of these parties?

Yes, he told her, trying not to sound ashamed or evasive but open, honest and a little defiant and courageous. Shed felt a surge of anger, but kept it bottled. He was so plausible, so small. Playing shy and a little threatened shed asked, So they let single men in?

Some parties do, he said. It costs more, and youre soon barred if youre a sleazebag.

Robert wasnt a sleazebag, or not to look at. Nondescript, if anything. His morals were sleazebag, though.

Theres no need to feel threatened or jealous, hed said gently, stroking her arm, her neck, her breasts, and shed actually tingled, her body betraying her. It forges a deep trust between couples, he went on. Its not just physical, its also spiritual. A mutual trust. Its a fundamental thing.

On and on, for three months.

I dont want to have sex with a boilermaker, shed told him finally, knowing just what to say.

He shook his head, the picture of top-drawer gentlemanliness. Potentially, you have people from all walks of life, he said, but Ill make sure we attend only the better parties.

Yeah, those that admit right-wing, think-tank sons of police superintendents, she thought now, at the next intersection, her insides clenching. Finally she found the nerve to turn right across oncoming traffic. Soon the car was climbing steeply inland from the coast and heading across the Peninsula along narrow roads lined with pines and gums, sunless, dank and dripping on this early winter morning.

Eventually shed let Robert see that hed worn her down, and in February had let him start taking her along with him to his banal little suburban orgies. She went partly out of curiosity and partly to get something on him. On the first three occasions shed insisted they attend as observers-Robert itching to get into it, of course.

At her fourth party she drank a lot first, to convey the impression that she needed Dutch courage-but then discovering to her irritation that she did need it. Good on you, sweetheart, Robert said.

To her surprise, it all turned out to be quite erotic. A house in Mornington, lots of plane trees along the street, tall hedges to screen the house from passersby or nosy neighbours. Robert pointed it out to her, and then parked in the next street. What were doing isnt illegal, he said, but we dont want to attract unnecessary attention. They walked to the house, dressed as if for an ordinary party, and were greeted at the door. Ten oclock, and most people were already there, about twenty couples and a dozen single women. Janine recognised several of them from observing on earlier occasions. They stood around, drinks in their hands, talking about football, the stock market, who was minding the kids tonight-in Janines and Roberts case, Janines sister, Meg.

By 10.30 everyone had loosened up. Jackets came off, lights were dimmed, there was kissing, a porn film flickered on a widescreen TV in a corner of the sitting room.

Soon men and women were in the change rooms, hanging up trousers, jeans, dresses, shirts, and emerging, the men in G-strings, the women in sheer black slips, camisoles, knickers. Janine was accustomed to this by now, after those three preparatory visits. You had to dress down in order to watch.

She drank another vodka, then stripped to her knickers and walked topless to one of the bedrooms, a large room where two double beds had been pushed together. Black satin sheets, candles placed where they cast a suggestive light but couldnt be knocked over, a bowl of condoms and a pump dispenser of lubricant on a side table. Two couples were having sex; others watched in the shadows, fondling themselves, sometimes darting forward to peer at all that moist coupling. Cruising nicely now after the vodkas, Janine felt desire hit her, a little hot and nasty in the pit of her stomach. She perched on the end of a bed and touched a womans breast, a mans penis, saying, Do you mind?

It was important to ask and not simply barge in. They smiled. No, they didnt mind. Join in, why dont you?

She still wasnt sure. Most of her wanted to, part of her didnt. Perhaps if she just stretched out on the bedTime passed. People stopped to watch, moved on to another play area, or joined in. Like this? they asked, or like that? Here, or there? What would you like me to do? Do you mind if I do that? What turns you on? By midnight, that first time, Janine had had sex with three men.

It had been her awakening-though not in the way Robert intended-when, a few weeks ago, shed found love and excitement in the arms of a man who wasnt part of that scene.

She shook off the memory and concentrated on her driving, feeling safer now that she was on Penzance Beach Road. She was heading through a region of sealed roads and dirt side roads, amid wineries, berry farms, craft galleries and more cars than she cared to encounter. And a heavy fog had rolled in from the Westernport side of the Peninsula. She tried mentally to map her way, but shed never driven this route before. Robert was the driver in the family.