The board games are on the table, the punch is spiked...real hard...and the seconds tick until our friends arrive. We drink, we play, we stare into each other’s eyes...a few seconds too long...for our own good. The dogs get pet and the kids are put to bed, the laughs become squeals...sensual squeals. The jokes get saucier, the ice melts and everything starts buzzing hard. At some point during the night, the big question arises: "Should we do anything when the dogs rape each other?"