Occasionally he would be in a hurry and be satisfied with a blowjob, when he would blow his wad in her mouth, which she would gratefully swallow. On ...ther occasions, I set the camera up in the hope that Barry would arrive. Several times, all I recorded was my wife watching TV. It would be obvious by the way that she was dressed, that nothing was planned, so I would stop the tape after 10 or 12 minutes. One day, just as I was about to switch the tape off, I heard the doorbell ring. Dressed in. ‘Beer.’ I said to the bartender when he came over. He filled a thick glass mug and set it in front of me without taking his hand off of it. ‘Buck fifty.’ he grunted. I slapped a couple of dollar bills on the counter. ‘Keep it.’ I said when he started to make change. He nodded and turned back to serve another customer. I found a table where I could put my back to the wall and see the door. I could see whoever came in the door before their eyes could adjust enough to see me clearly. Not that I. "I'm sorry, I know. I tried talking to my Dad. Told him, Adam living with us was as appropriate as bacon sandwiches at the Middle East peace talks but he just said we will have to make do."Tabitha sighed. "But he is a racist. And he is so intolerant. And I daren't tell him our secret, can you imagine what the response would be if he found out?"Natalie sighed and looked across. "I agree. He is a fuckin' nightmare. We can't be ourselves with him around; he has to grow up or go." Yeah. Preaching. She was the one who had had her life plans turned upside down in the matter of a few hours. By a simple plus sign in a ten-dollar pregnancy test. She was the one who was scared witless, about to face a new experience that would upend her life and for which she wasn’t mentally prepared. Compared to all of this, who was I to complain. As my father might have said, “You’ve had your fun, now man up and pay the price.”The only saving grace that stopped the weekend from being totally insane was that.