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By Shana MahaffeyIt was the craziest threesome Mary had ever been a part of. She’d been fantasizingabout taking part in one ever she turned down an offer from her roommates in college.OK, threesomes weren’t on her One Hundred Things to Do Before You Die list, butMary figured if the opportunity presented itself again, she could definitely swap runninga marathon for it.The event itself happened on a Friday morning, after many martinis and a few errantolives. Like most threesomes, this one was spontaneous and not at all what Maryexpected. The seeds, though, had been planted at a family dinner about six monthsearlier. They’d just cleared the dinner plates and were waiting for dessert when Mary’sfather, Mr. McMorrow, said “I’ll be going down on Mrs. McMorrow soon.”When he heard this, Joseph, Mary’s elder brother and only sibling, spit his mouthfulof thirty-two dollar South African shiraz across the Belvedere Ivory table linen. At thesame moment Mrs. McMorrow walked in carrying the cherry pie they’d been smelling allafternoon.She paused in the doorway and gushed, “Oh honey,” as her face flushed pink.Mr. McMorrow narrowed his eyes and set his mouth into a mean line. “I’ll only begoing down on the first Mrs. McMorrow. There will be no room for the second one.”The pink hue on June McMorrow’s cheeks turned purple. She slipped the cherry pieinto the palm of her left hand and said, “We’ll see about that,” punctuating her words byhurling the pie, shot-put like, straight at Mr. McMorrow.