Thus the sex life of Rachel became a mystery and the source of much conjecture. Perhaps she had a lover somewhere, but how did she find the time to be...with him or her? Since she always worked from dawn till well after dusk, and as they were so often on the road, it seemed impossible that she had a paramour tucked away somewhere. Another idea was that Rachel was a sort of sexual neuter, that she didn’t experience sexual desire. It was this view that tended to prevail. Under Rachel’s firm. My wife and I had come to Glacier National Park to hike and see the glaciers before they were gone. In fact, yesterday, we had met a crew of people about to hike up to one and survey it. Regardless of what you believe, Mother Nature would do what she wanted. She bats last, and she bats 1000. I’m probably quoting that wrong, but I had read it the other day and it had been in my mind lately. Certain things didn’t matter what you believed, they just were going to happen they way they were going to. This year the holiday falls on the off day. Like most theatres in the United States, Broken Arrow is dark Mondays. Now I love, love, love musical theatre, but as a career path, it does have its frustrations. You might work a little more often and make a little more money than theatre folks who don’t do musicals, but unless you’re Patti LuPone or Idina Menzel lucky, you don’t get rich. Then there’re the social drawbacks. All that waffle about how gorgeous I am to one side, the chorus of your. I sure hope that Har spends the night in Detroit. I need some rest, and time to give my pussy a chance to shrink back to normal. A weekend of soaking in a bath tub full of hot water should help.Since I got my face lift done, and the enhancements to my breasts, my sex drive had dramatically increased. Poor Har, I love him so much, but there was no way he can keep up with my increased sexual appetite. I'm very discreet in the partners that I use for my relief. I make sure it's nobody that knows.