Wow. I was so taken with the words sexual abandon that I forgot for a moment how to make my keyboard do ALL CAPS. Just the mere thought of sexual abandon makes my groin ache. I imagine a bunch of naked people running through a field of daisies with their arms outstretched.

I think I have to go make a crock pot recipe before I can write about this.

By the way, I am now a blond.

I always change my hair radically when I feel powerless. Or I move the furniture around. Both do the trick rather well. Except when you can’t move the furniture anymore and you have no more hair. That happened. When I shaved my head. A few times. Then what?

I can’t believe it.
We just had sex.
I don’t remember the last time we did that.

I pretended that I was a Nordic Spy and he was a stranger.
I am reading Mating in Captivity.

They suggested I do that. Pretend like I don’t know him. So I did.

It was fabulous.

I love him again.

He can stay.


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