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Aaarggghh! She knew that she wanted, needed even, to be much more physical, sexual; to be herself. It wasn't kids. God she wanted kids, but not at the expense of her life, her very being. Hadn't her Dad always told her, "I may be a simple country boy at heart, but don't let violence and rape videos for sale any of those fancy-pants college types tell you any different. A woman's place is to be herself. She ain't goin' to satisfy nobody, her kids, her man, 'specially not herself, if she don't stay true to her real self. I expect a daughter of mine to stay focused on her own life, like her Mom, whatever the rednecks and them Ivy League commies say."
It was right, Emma knew in her heart, but pretty amazing coming from a guy like her Dad. God, how she loved him! Few men thought like that and she'd believed David thought like Pop. Good grief, growing up on the farm in Wyoming there was little standing on ceremony or x rated rape videos for sale embarrassment about showing emotional feelings or the basic realities of bodily functions. Perhaps Princeton and city life weren't really for her.
She'd just told Liz she loved David and she did but, she asked herself, these days was it really romantic, passionate emotion? Sure, they still slept together, when he was there, and they made love; if not as often as she'd like. No, that wasn't right. They had perfunctory sex!
Tears welling in her chestnut eyes, she poured another glass of wine, went into her bedroom and started to undress. Despite her apparent middle-class primness, Emma violence videos for sale knew she had dark, sexual urges; basic country girl realities that weren't understood these days by her husband and all her city friends; fantasies that the strong handsome man in the photo on the nightstand used to love to fulfill but seemed to have moved away from these days.
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