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It sometimes amazes me how luck can play such key roles in our lives and this story describes how those factors caused a dramatic change in the sex lives of my husband and me. My folk is Joan, and my spouse Ed and I newly moved to Tampa from the hub of the universe area. Ed is an executive with a high technical school company, and he was being promoted to manage the company’s facility in Tampa.