A pair of switches, filled almost equally with needs for gentle and soft caresses and kisses blended in with either dealing out or receiving pain, nee... one another in these different ways that are difficult to understand for some. The most loving thing we could do for one another is promise to do our best to be what the other needed when they needed it. I thought all of this but the words wouldn’t form in my mouth right – they felt superfluous, misshapen. I couldn’t say anything poetic or deep. " Carly repeated."The point being, we do things for each other and besides, the dish rag wanted to do the laundry. Who am I to deprive him of doing something he wants to do?" Whatever floats your boat." Carly responded."That's right. Different strokes for different folks."Carly laughed and started eating her lunch that she also got from the cafeteria.* * *The Lady Trojans were at home in the Galen Center taking on Stanford. Carly's hair was once again up in a ponytail but she always worn it. However, I am not one to talk, I have stepped out quite a few times in my thirty years of marriage. Jim had left the door open so I could hear them talking. I heard Ron call, “Hi, Lynn.”I turned and waved, trying to be careful to at least seem to appear not to let him see me naked. Ron was in a skintight wife-beater shirt and tight (around the impressive crotch area at least) board shorts. Being super horny from just sucking Jim off, I noticed that immediately. My gaze lingered for a moment.. "Billy was supposed to have the second reel cued so it just cut right inseamlessly." Never mind folks; let's call this intermission. Jimmy go and get somemore beer from the wets, Mary, you make more popcorn, and I'll find outwhat the fuck is going on in the projection booth." I'll go with Jimmy and help with the beer," Polly volunteered."And I'll help Mary with popcorn," Jean replied."And I might as well help Jason find out what's going on in theprojection booth," Michele huffed."And fucking.