I didn't have all these big future dreams. I just pretty much lived one day at a time.I considered myself a pretty decent guy. I've been with a lot of... women but I was always honest and true to them. I didn't lie to them and tried to treat them fair. I never cheated on any woman that I was with. One gal at a time was plenty good for me. It just seemed that women are looking for more, but with me, what you see is what you get.At work the next morning my boss, Brad, asked how my night went with. I am hoping this will be the remedy for that and save our marriage. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I can't make you be turned on by me and I can't change the things that cause it. I know that you love me but you just do not have passion for me and I know that a woman needs that." If I were to say yes to this there would have to be certain conditions and rules. Such as, I would need to pick the guy and get to know him personally before I could have sex with him."I did not like. Something has happened.”G: “Yet, there is little we can do. Come. Back to the hotel we should go.”Clara was throwing her gowns into a suitcase, not being careful at all. Georg took it in with an unhappy grimace. There was several thousand dollars of dresses thrown into a jumble. They’d have to be carefully cleaned and pressed before Clara could wear them again if it continued. It upset his sense of organization.C: “Can we just go back to Torrington? There must be some hint about what or WHERE. The pictures were 3 x 5 so good viewing. I would keep them hidden away so I could look at them when I wanted to from time to time. Yes even I had to masturbate once in a while.In our living room we had a coffee table in front of our couch that had a glass top with a lower level for storing things. So I would store the photo albums on the lower level of the coffee table of various trips or outings. When some of our friends would stop by for a drink or to smoke we would be sit on the couch.