My girlfriend Gloria and I had just moved into an apartment
together, having gone out for six months or so, before making
the committment. We moved in furniture from each of our
apartments, after deciding what would go best in the new place.
With the exception of a television, we really had everything we
needed, but her set had just died, and mine was an old one that
didn't have long to go. She volunteered to take care of getting
a new one, and I said that would be fine. I usually deferred to
her on most things as she was the more aggressive partner in
more ways than one.
Our sex life was great, although I must admit that our roles
were somewhat reversed from the norm. She was clearly the
assertive one, but as my nature is basically shy and retiring,
that suited me perfectly. The first week we spent in the new
place went fine, and we each adjusted to having another person
in the place we lived. It was more of an adjustment for me, I
guess, since I work out of the house as a computer consultant,
while Gloria has a good job as a buyer with a major clothing
firm. One night she told me that our new TV would be delivered
the next day, and that she had picked out a really state of the
art model, one that incorporated virtual reality. That sounded
great, and I told her that. "Just don't fool around with it,"
she said, "until we can go through all the instructions
together," and I agreed. "I have a busy day, anyway, so I won't
have any time to do more than just sign for it."
The next day, Monday, when the set was delivered, I had the guys
unpack it and put it in place, and I noticed that there was no
brand name on it or on the box. But I was on the phone, and
didn't say anything, figuring that Gloria knew what she was
doing. When she came home, though I mentioned it to her, and she
said that the TV was manufactured by a private firm, to special
order. After dinner, we decided to try it out, so she began to
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