What she said wasn’t intended to be politically correct. Rather, she intended to tell some truths. What’s the old saying, ‘out of the mouths of ...abes’?The majority of Muslims weren’t radical. We needed to focus on the ones that were, the ones that wanted to destroy our way of life. While I could see her point, I might not have said peaceful Muslims were irrelevant. I would bet that if we ever wanted to solve this problem, we would need their help. I felt we needed to be more inclusive instead. We should quit while we’re ahead and before anyone gets hurt.’ ‘And, we have to agree to never tell our husbands what we did last night.’ ‘Absolutely not. Nether one of them would understand.’ ‘Or, maybe they’d want to make it a regular occurrence. And, I’m not about to agree to that. I gave up ‘swinging’ when I met Ernie,’ Sue concluded. ‘It looks like a great day for fishing,’ Sally said closing the subject, presumably for all time. ‘Perhaps we should see what we can rustle up for breakfast. Maybe this is just what the doctor ordered. I certainly do not get much relaxing done at home, it is to easy for every one in my family to get to me. I never get to watch what I want, the kids watch cartoons until my husband changes channels to watch some sports football, basketball, baseball – anything with a ball in it he even watched bowling the other night. He hasn't touched me in months and quite frankly I don't miss it much – too tired, too depressed.I emailed Owner back and asked, “What. Sitting there in silence, my mind wandered back to the dream I had had the night before about Britney Spears and how incredibly horny it had made me. Playing the dream back in my mind, I felt my pants start to bulge a little as I tried to stay focused on the task at hand and not think about that. Jack Shaffer, though a nice guy, was a notorious pussy hound and I knew he would try to maneuver in some way to try and get into the pants of Denise, despite the fact that I was right there. I couldn't.