A few days had passed since Jill last told him she had something, well somewhere she wanted them to go. However, since then they've been struggling to get to it. Tim's home alone now so he's been looking at old tool time tapes that started bringing back the memory of him and Al trying to gather ideas for safety week which all of them found ironic considering, well, Tim. Jill had even joked that he should have just taken that week off if that was the case. But putting all the joking aside it still had to get done. Recently, Jill's been busy down at her office and by the time she would come home she'd tell him it was too late to go where she wanted to. But she promised they'll have the weekend. It's getting late nearly time for Jill to come home. He's sitting at the table looking over old scripts and the few papers of ideas he kept. His glasses sit on the bridge of his nose as his eyes scan the papers in front of him. A lot of papers that is. He has been at it since noon. A long time ago he came to acceptance of the fact accidents just happen when he's around, he can't help. Amongst the papers spread out along his table one of them Al so 'loving' did as he put it, made a list of things he was not allowed to do until they are completely done with safety week.

By the time he'd finished reading them, he realized then all he had to do was learn his lines, show up to work and follow Al's lead. That's respectable, Al knows him, his crew knew him then, so he let Al be lead on that week. Just that week only of course.

There's a light breeze blowing through their home from the side door he has open. He can hear Wilson carrying on with whatever strange thing he's doing. It isn't as cold today, so he sits there in an undershirt and jeans relaxed and waiting for his wife to come. He'd ordered takeout and left it in the oven, so it'll still be hot when she comes home hungry and maybe tired. She's really been busy; she didn't cook at all this week. Tim did all the cooking for them, not that they were complaining.

Believing he's had enough he files his papers and script together and returns them to their folder and into the bookcase. Not much but there is still a good amount of time before Jill gets home. He never thought about it earlier but now he's curious as to what she has planned. Mostly, what the hell she and Patty spoke about because suddenly his wife is so excited to take him somewhere that isn't the ballet or opera, but he can't know for sure. He'll just have to wait.

A few minutes passed. Mark comes home so does Brad and he's excited to show both parents the surprise he has. Just in time for Jill to walk through the door with her hand and laptop bag already dropping from her shoulder. As soon as he spots her, he's at the door taking her bags and coat.

"Thank you, sweetie."

They greet each other with a small, soft loving kiss like they always do then they all are gathering in the kitchen. Mark and Brad are perched up on the counter while Tim takes the food from the oven.

"Your son has a surprise for us." Tim lets her know as he starts to dish out the food.

Jill raises her eyebrow in question as she takes a bottle of water to her mouth.

Brad slides an envelope to turn her that already has been opened, its seal flapping as it passes through the air.

Tim stands behind her and he looks over her and they take in the contents of the paper.

"You got in. You got Accepted!" Her scream was loud enough to nearly give everyone a headache. Her stomach pressed against the counter as she stretched across to embrace him.

"Congratulations Brad that's great!" Tim's hand moves over his shoulder and back in a repeated soothing motion. "Proud of you, son."

They all smiled happily at Brad's accomplishment until they all notice a shift in the environment. They know Jill and what affected her. Even though her smile faded her being happy for her son didn't change.

"So, when are you leaving?" Her tone changes from being filled with excitement to it carry a small tremble as she realizes another one of her sons is leaving home and Mark is not far behind at all. Her entire demeanor softens, and she can't help the trickle that starts in her eyes.

"The fall. Don't worry mom I still have a lot of time to spend with you." He reassures her and hugs her back.

She gives a small smile before they let go.

"Ok, dinner."

"Actually, Sam and I are going out to celebrate so see you guys later." He twirls his keys around his finger and in less than a minute he was out the door.

"I guess you're not hungry either?" She asked Mark who attempted to slip out slowly.

"I ate before I came home." Then he left for bed.

"So much for spending time with you." Tim mumbled under his breath as he pulled out a chair for Jill in front of her plate.

The weekend rolled around fast. Downstairs he waited for Jill who said she would be down two, five minutes ago. He got comfortable and sat in her little space by the door where she would sit and do her studies. For the third time, he checked his watch then she was finally making her way down the stairs.

"Why are you sitting I said I was coming."

"Yeah, ten minutes ago."

He grabbed her hand and led them both to the garage. The look he gave her was amusing when he opened the passenger door, and she didn't get in.

"I'm driving." She reached out her hands for the keys.

"But I want to drive." He pouted in a childlike manner that made her laugh.

"Tim you always drive and plus it's a surprise." Her fingers flexed back and forth until he dropped the keys in her hand.

She kept the ride pleasant. Kept small talk because she knew if she didn't, he would keep asking questions and she didn't need that, she was already doing that with herself. She was taking her husband of over twenty years to a sex store with no accurate idea of how he would react. She could only hope that it would be positive or in good light.

She studied psychology and there is a lot she has learned about the male ego. Bringing her husband to a sex store for something like a sex toy could really go in a bad direction. The last thing she wants is for him to get angry and to feel like he isn't enough because he really is, and he pleases her in every way. She's almost doubting herself, maybe she should have spoken to him about it before, but she's already pulling up to the parking lot.

She switches off the engine and gives him a minute to take in the sight in front of him although it wouldn't take long at all. The words stand bright and bold in neon colours above the store.

Before a reaction leaves him, she's already speaking. "Look, Tim, I don't want you to feel offended in any kind of way it's just, I was talking to Patty, and I just thought it would be...fun. I don't intend on making you like you're not good enough..."

"I don't think that at all." Tim interrupts her from her rambling, and she hadn't even noticed the coy smile across his face. "It's a surprise that I don't mind at all, you can always let me know if you want to try something new. This." He says his hands gesturing to the building. "This is nothing I'm actually excited about this." He takes her hand in his and squeezes it in an encouraging manner.

"Really?" She smiles relieved.

"Yeah." He reassures her, his lips moving close to her cheek, and she moves in closer for his lips to meet the delicate skin there. Pulling away he lets his lips linger next to her ear. "Besides.." He also kisses her there. "The things in there can't make you come as hard as I can."

The gruttal of his deep voice and the tone he just told her that it sends a shudder down her spine because she knows he is absolutely correct. This is just for fun, a little added excitement in the bedroom.

They both exit the car together and walk into the store so close it would be obvious to every that they were together. A worker, a tall, ginger curly head woman, really young asked them if they were in need of assistance but Jill respectfully declined. They were starting off small not quite out there as yet. Something simple since this is literally their first-ever sex toy. God, she doesn't know why this took them so long.

They were both thankful for the cleanliness of the place. It didn't smell like cigarettes or old rubber or mold. The air was fresh with a faint smell of lavender at every section they passed. Everything was well organized and was in great shape. As they walked through all sorts of different things caught their eyes, things they couldn't even put a name to and some they would hate to believe people actually used. But they weren't here for judging they were here to find something for them.

"So, what are you getting, honey?" They walked through each aisle hand in hand. Tim's eyes looked intently at the colourful arrays of rubber penises on a high shelf questioning himself as to why they would need to be so colourful.

"You mean what are we getting." Jill says looking up at Tim trying to catch his eye.

"No, I mean you. We'll worry about me or us another time lets finding something for you."

Another time? Hearing that makes her even more excited that he is more than willing to come back.

Two aisles down Jill spots what she thinks would be great for her as a first-time sex toy. She's heard of them before, from Patty mostly and how incredible it is. Gets the job done quickly too. A magic wand, a whole shelf full of them in different sizes and colours. Tim knows she's found what she wants when she stops abruptly from their stroll and her brown eyes light up. She eyes the different boxes, picking some up and then placing them back. It comes with a charger cord so thank God she wouldn't have to tear the house apart looking for batteries.

There is a kind of big box, but she wants one that would fit in her hand nicely and wouldn't really get in the way because what he may not know is she plans on using it while he's inside of her. When Patty told her how indescribably good her experience was, it never left her head. Her slender fingers grasp at the magic wand mini. It's a perfect size and it doesn't have those distracting colours. A simple white and blue and shaped perfectly to fit the form of her hand.

Tim gently takes the box away from her as he looks over it.

"Huhh only two settings." The look he gives her she totally disapproves of.

"Yes, and it will stay that way. You are not souping this up to give me a heart attack. Anyway, I heard it's actually really strong."

"What the hell do you girls talk about?" He asks her truly curious.

"Right, like men don't talk about their sex lives."

She takes the box back, looks over it one last time, and settles that this is what she wants.

"Fine. Either way, I can't wait to use it on you." He cups her jaw and runs his thumb over her face a few times.

They purchase the vibrator and it's handed back to her in a very discreet black bag.

"Have fun!" The young woman tells them smiling as they leave.

"Now you can drive." She hands him the key as she moves for the passenger seat.

On the ride back her head fills with all the things she would do with her vibrator. The whole time while Tim's hand skims over her thigh during the ride. A few times she presses them together to soothe the building ache between her legs. She really can't wait to use this thing.

I think I'm getting better...