They became happier. They made healthier choices. They laughed more. They challenged themselves more. They kicked ass reaching their goals. And at the...end of the day, they’re living happier, fuller lives. That’s why we preach self-acceptance and celebration to every single woman out there. Not because it's a fun idea, but because we know it works based off years of research. Fight it as much as you want, but for longterm results within a life you actually love, you have to mentally change. " DeClan saw the look on Rav's face like he wanted to say more, sighing inwardly he stiffened his back and waited for the caustic comments or derision he knew was to come. Rav saw the change in DeClan, his eyes suddenly cold and wary, Rav hoped that Zara could one day teach DeClan that not everyone was out to cause pain. "It's about Trink, he can be a major pest from time to time but we're all he has, the children become his little boyo's or the girls his little purties, Trink's been very. It really is." Pretty soon Carol's on line lover is typing that he's taking her blouse off, and Carol's doing it just like he described. Boy, did my attention fix on Carol.I rolled my desk chair up behind Carol's so I could watch the screen too. Carol was all the way into this thing. He told her he didn't want her to slip out of her skirt, just pull it up above her crotch.Carol told him, "I need to play with my nipples."He said, "Oh baby, let me kneel on the floor and softly suck them."It was. He had also been stiff with her to the point of seeming to shrink away from her when they were in proximity. He was always going off to practice his violin in his remote study in the house—or saying that he had to. ‘Ally! You’re home!’ ‘Hi, Angela, it’s good to see you. You’re looking great.’ And indeed she was. She’d always been a beautiful woman, groomed to the nines, and time hadn’t changed that. She was as smart looking in gray hair and a gray silk suit and fuchsia-colored silk blouse as.