I always carried a few treats in my pocket when we took our evening walks. Our happy hour walks served many purposes. We shared the beauty of our land...together, talking of projects and plans we had for managing the land or improving our home. We talked about our day, comparing notes on our activities. And we talked about our future and ourselves. This time was sacrosanct for us. It was a vital part of our relationship. “So what’s up?” Carol asked, sipping her wine as we walked toward the ridge. It could really be happening or it could just be me wishful thinking.Moment 2: this was about a month back I was in the midst of inventorizing the lost and found that I do just because it keeps me busy and time goes by fast. Also I get a giggle of the things people leave or forget behind in hotels. Like everything people want to claim is a 200$ hairbrush but no one wants to claim the shit stain underwear? Why don’t you people claim your fucking dirty ass lundary? No one claims that. So I was. Let me tell tell story of my mom Radha. She married at the young age of 20 to my father. My father is a really loving person , but is not so flexible when it comes to sexual experiences. in the first 6 years of my marriage , my mother was loyal only to my father. My father was a Engineer, but did not take any bribes, hence we were poorer than our mom’s friends. Moreover, My father was not liberal at all. He was a virgin until he was 28 years old when he married my mom. My mom had 2 boyfriends. I think Walter knows what he has to do for his part. Do you understand what you have to do on yours, Natalie?" Yes. I have to speak out when I'm not happy, but not in an angry way. I have to make my feelings known to Walter. You said that it's all right to argue, as long as we don't make it personal, and as long as we both work to a solution."I was surprised at my wife's comments. Doctor DeVire had said nothing to me about her role. I was to be the leader without becoming a dictator. But she.