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Thursday night, Mary Beth and I talked dirty at first and then talked seriously about sex. The mirrors made her want to talk more than she would ordinarily. It was as if she might be on an interview with someone and she wanted to say it right, even if she had to repeat her thoughts and correct them. Friday night, we delved into some of her sexiest dreams and then we played out some of our fantasies. We were experimenting, trying to learn what sort of fantasies we really had. Then on Saturday morning, Mary Beth decided she might be ready to masturbate for me, if I would do the same for her. I complained to say she could do more than me so she insisted on just one for me. Then she asked me why I didn't have a video camera. I'd invested a good deal in my video system already. Should I reveal it to Mary Beth? I thought it might be too late to be revealing anything. So, together, we went to an electronics place where I let her choose the video camera on which she might like to have herself recorded. I placed that camera on its stand and forgot it. Mary Beth didn't forget it. It made her even more excited! I began to be concerned about my ability to last through Sunday! I learned something, though. Buying that camera made a difference. *** Tom thought I looked funny when he saw my delight to have him returning home that Sunday afternoon. His knowing grin assured me of his try to give me a needed rest now that he was back. I slept like a baby that night. Monday and Tuesday evenings consumed both Tom and his wife as they attended to the affairs of Tom's men. Decisions had to be made about their shipyard jobs, not to mention the changes required to handle moving and closing down their church. Their burdens were emotional and that sort of feeling didn't blend in with their affair with me. I understood. By Wednesday, the writing appeared on the wall saying Tom's old company wouldn't be able to recruit sufficient personnel to continue its operations. The youthful managers were all fired and more mature managers were sent in from nearby associated firms to pick up the pieces. First thing, those new managers approached Tom about coming back. Doubled his salary, agreed to fix the workers comp business, and begged him to get his people back to work. Tom took the job on conditions. He wouldn't, couldn't, get his men to return because they all had new and greater salaries. He did agree to try to hire and train new employees but he couldn't guarantee anything like normal performances for some time. He apologized but he was hired back anyway. Back at his old place of work, Tom's problems snowballed, even with the close support of the new managers. He began working two shifts a day, except for weekends. That schedule left Mary Beth essentially with me for most of several weeks in a row.