I told my friends what had happened and they all high fived me and told me good job. Several months went by. I could not stop thinking about how good ...I felt fucking a stranger, how good it felt to take a strangers load deep in my womb. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to do it again. I was getting so worked up, I even fucked my husband harder. Then The cable guy showed up. I had called them to fix a problem with the internet. The man showed up and I had just got my husband and k**s. It doesn’t care if it was for the best, or justified, or conceived in conceited self-absorption. It just goes. The world spins on, the sun rises, sets, and rises again. You are just along for the ride friend, you can get drug behind the chariot, or you can pick yourself up out of the dirt and try to stumble along. At least that’s what I’ve kept telling myself. Fuck if I know anything about anything. My parents wanted to drive me to Stanford themselves, but that didn’t make any sense, it was. Sitting down on the bed, I began to read. Here is what it said:10/14/86 - Wrap partyTonight I attended the wrap party for the fourth season of "Cheers". Having recently brought Shelley Long on board at the firm, I was there to show my support for her and to also plug her to some of the studio heads that were there, maybe land her a movie role. With "Cheers" being a huge success, all of the stars were a hot commodity. There was even talk of an Emmy nomination for Shelley's role as Diane, the. Then I think we should lay in about an acre of corn and an acre of potato's. Enough that you could handle it yourself if you needed to, but still give you a nice cash crop to offset my wages." You're a pretty sharp business person. What about the rest of the farm." Well, I don't think you're up to cows yet. You've got lots of land you could plant, but that takes a lot of work to maintain." What would you do if the land was yours?" I'd plant the whole thing. Put in some alfalfa on most of it..