"Oh my, I'm sorry about that," she looked down at my frayed carpet. "I'm not sure what happened, I just had this urge, sorry." Nothing to be sorry abo...ut," I said zipping up. "Lets go home and forget about it." Y-yes, thanks," she said and walked away while I locked up.Well there was no doubt about it, it worked fine if a little aggressively. Lets see what tomorrow brings. I decided to dilute the Rub to see if it could be controlled. One parts to fifty and then I tried again; some more finger. Onday, October 8, 1979Missy, Jude and I were in deep rapport the next morning when Beth surprised us by coming in and joining us. She sat on the loveseat across from us and waited for us to realize she was there. I said. she laughed. Sharon went out to buzz Sarah in at the gate and in a few minutes they came out to the deck where we were relaxing. Sarah looked at least ten years younger and I told her so. Ken said. Sharon asked. Ken said. Bonnie said. I said and everyone else agreed. Tim. Sure she still got sex but it was almost mechanical now. It was just like any other part of her day. A routine, a system, it was the same sex every time. She dreamt about what it was like before marriage, when it was still exciting and new and sexy. Now it was just another chore for her day. The thought of that old exciting sex got her feeling wet and she placed a finger at her tingling centre. Her thoughts were quickly disturbed by the yelling of her children. Sighing she got dressed and. Returning, she half stumbled into Robert's arms and giggled saying, "I'm sorry, I think this wine getting to me!" She paused for a moment and Robert gazed into her eyes. He then stole a long and passionate kiss. Emma pulled her head back and pressed it against his chest as a Billie Holiday track that was playing, "Stars Fell on Alabama". She then quietly whispered, "I love this song". After a while, Emma disappeared to her bedroom for a moment and returned, wearing a slip night gown and said.