So they moved and found a great place in a larger college town where they could express themselves as freely as they pleased. They took along all the ...ntiques and art they had accumulated before, but they started gathering new things, more colorful and stimulating. Their new home would really be fun now. Not just a farm house in a small town. The first thing they did was get matching computers. Beth used hers for keeping the accounts and emailing friends. Tom was more engrossed in the seamier. When he finally cupped her crotch with the palm of his hand, they could both feel her moisture beginning to emerge from her vagina."Oh, you are wet already, and I haven't even started yet." When she didn't respond, he continued, "Can you feel that--how wet you are?" Uh huh."He played with her clit with his middle finger, toying with it until her felt her body jump in response. He continued to provoke it, pester it, tease it and rub it until she could no longer stand it. As he sensed her climax,. So why was I uneasy? And why did Jenny never meet my eyes as she professed her love for me?Things did change and the next couple of months were dramatically better. Jenny was much more solicitous and took the time to do the small things that mean so much in a union. I was happy that I had had that conversation with her. In fact, the very next Saturday, she brought home a cheesecake for me. I was tickled pink with her thoughtfulness as well as the cheesecake.Then, almost imperceptibly, the kind. Others kept trim, attractively adorned themselves and continued the battle of the sexes with their husband as the trophy. I evaded exposure and joined the latter.The ’70s were over. Promiscuity was again out. The Red Guards of AIDS and other STDs crushed the Sexual Cultural Revolution. I wondered if Edward knew things others didn’t from his research with his condom use.I was a survivor, happily married with children, due to stealth but also luck, luck that I didn't slip and trip, luck my.