That doesn't mean I wasn't smart enough. It means I just didn't care. When I look back now, I wish I had cared. Anyway, my point is that I'm not dumb....My reasoning skills were tested years ago and they were in the "fourth quartile," whatever that means. I could read plans and do calculations and estimates for my jobs with no problem because it was important to me. I guess that comes under the heading of motivation.Having convinced myself that I have at least reasonable intelligence, I continued. Ididn?t complain when she would be taken away from me to be fucked. Instead Iwould still be sitting there when she eventually got back. I enjoyed the play much more then she did. She wasconsistently excusing herself and going to the bathroom. I was starting towonder if she had some kind of medical condition that caused her to have tourinate so often. Well as you probably guessed, she never did go to thebathroom. She would catch the eye of some guy in the audience, give him somelong distance. This all started when I mistakenly sent an adult joke to her number. I was very much afraid as I didt get any reply. We didnt speak for two days. Third day she messaged me, I told sorry. She told she enjoyed the joke and need not be sorry. Then conversation changed to GFs. then somehow I changed the topic for sex but I didnt tel her that I wanted to have sex with her. I dont want to include those here as it ll bore you.Finally I came to know that she is not happy with sex life and I could. Now repeat this using her other hand. Do this for some minutes... “When you finish with her hands, slide your hands up her arms to her shoulders, as I’m doing, and then stroke your hands over her torso, down her sides, to her tummy, and up to her chest and breasts, around and down again, painting the entire front of her body with your aromatic oil. Keep this up, moving slowly, for several minutes... “Now we move to the next technique. Wet your hands with oil again and Shakti, lean forward a.