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If you're stuck in a relationship quandary, or if you're looking for sexual harmony,

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Here's something I've never done.

Never done.

Never occurred to me to do.

Wouldn't do it on a dare.

Pound on someone's door at 7 a.m.

on a Saturday morning to share the good news of the anal orgasm.

Or the conquerable gag reflex or the scientifically proven benefits of indulging your partner's kinks.

Thanks again to sex researcher Amy Mews for doing the science on good giving and game.

I always had a hunch, but Professor Mewes' research proved that people who fulfill their partners reasonable slash doable fantasies, recognizing, of course,

that reasonable and doable are relative terms.

But those people report, quote, higher levels of daily sexual desire and were more likely

to maintain their desire for their partner over time.

So kind of like Jesus, good giving in game saves.

In fairness to Jesus, he saves souls, which don't exist, while

GGG saves relationships, which do. So Gigi for the wind there. Anyway, years ago, Jehovah's

witnesses started knocking on my door on Saturday mornings. Terry and I hadn't been together long,

and we weren't parents yet, so we were still partying pretty hard on Friday nights and did not care for people banging on our door on Saturday mornings.

But the first few times we were polite, we'd say, yes, we've heard of Jesus and no thank you.

We are not interested in Christianity generally and in Jehovah's Witnessing in particular

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