Sunday … Sally:
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Riding in the limo; Sally’ cuddled up to me sleeping… I think back to how this began two nights ago with me dreaming about her and baptizing her the Warrior Princess. The late night pick up surprised the hell out of me. Her trouble in China ranked a close second. Now, as I think back … boy, did I ever undersell her. … … … Watching the scenery go by, reflecting.
More miles click by and my thoughts keep me occupied. The sun sets. The more I reflect the more I realize Sally never really was the woman I thought her to be. She doesn’t hurt people. Sending me flying into my sofa is the most action I’ve seen from her. And that she proclaimed as an ostentatious display.
I look at her, cuddled in my arms, head resting on a cushion; …sleeping. Not a very threatening image for a Warrior Princess. She seems like a little girl in need of protection. Her approach to any situation seems to be one of peaceful resolution. Everyone knows she is lethal, yet no one ever sees her in action. Training in a monastery with Tibetan monks would do that to a person I suppose.
I have noticed she’ been sleeping allot since her return from China …, thinking …, I’ve only had dealings with her at work when she would normally be awake anyhow. So I have nothing to compare her sleep times with other than my own opinions. …
I see a cow illuminated by a yard light and look at it as we pass bye.
During one of our many discussions, Sally revealed to me she had ovarian cancer when she was eleven. They removed both her ovaries. Her cancer has never reared its ugly head again.

I asked Sally why she passes out during sex. Sally explained to me, as we lay in bed last night; that because of her spiritual nature her orgasms are very deep and emotional.