” She takes both of my hands in hers, and looks up at me, her eyes and tone brimming with concern “What’s wrong?”I smile weakly, tightening my... hands around hers as I speak “I told you Bell, I really am fine...” She shakes her head, and a disappointment begins to cloud her expression, urging me to tell the truth “Ok... I haven’t been sleeping well lately...” I smile again as she listens intently, but I cannot put my own burdens on her, it wouldn’t be fair of me “I just have a few things, and. Be grateful he has left you alone.▪ Recognize he has 'outside' interests. He is not in your bed.Mom could NOT have learned sex was evil at home ... seven sisters and a brother ... Grandmother Bleeker evidently loved it. In my first life, when grandmother and grandfather came to visit ... we children could hear them giggling and calling out the name of GOD while they put dents in the wall with the headboard. They were in their eighties. They put mother in a constant blush ... she was ASHAMED of. All we have to do is translate the wording on the equipment’s front panel and the displays. We can leave the manuals for after we return home.”Misty said, “I know, Betty, but you don’t understand what that entails. There must be close to twenty top-level display screens, and each of them has multiple subordinate screens. Some of the subordinate screens also have subordinate screens. Altogether, there must be over a hundred scrollable screens and there is probably an average of between fifteen. Then the men explaining that a blow job is the way to a man's heart, not through his stomach. There was more laughter, and it was clear that strangers had become friends.The days rolled by normally, that is, as normal as it is for swingers. The hyper intensity of the first days quieted down and sex became almost routine. Sex partners were fluid with sleeping arrangements rotating each night. All of the women had slept with every man and each of the men had been with every woman. There was one.