During supper, all he wanted to talk about was that damned bear skin. By now, I was beginning to hate the blasted thing.I spent a miserable night in c...onsiderable pain, but I didn't know what pain was until I had to take a crap! I couldn't sit up, so I had to lie across two logs placed beside my bed so that my ass was hoisted far enough into the air to allow room for the shit to fall out. I vowed that I would not eat anything else solid until I got home!The travois was finished that afternoon,. "This is one area where we see the most dramatic changes."There is, obviously, a paradox at work. Those demands for companionate autonomy seem to take a serious beating once the mundaneness of everyday life kicks in (to 42 per cent men and women "quality time at home" constitutes a "perfect romantic day"). No wonder, the imagined world of romance leads to disenchantment and forced reconciliation of reality with fantasy.To begin with, fewer women find their partners "romantic" than men (51:66. I was woken by my father in law's loud voice. He had come around to collect something and was off again.I carried on lazing around the house while my wife was in her study. By 5 I realized I was running low on cigarettes. I told my wife I'd be popping down to the store to get some and if she needed anything. She was on her PC and seemed lost in her own world so I left without getting an answer.I returned home some 20 minutes later. As I entered the house I got quite a sight. My wife was. She'd been without for as long as I had, plenty long enough that fond memories of our previous lovers didn't preclude entering the games.She was horny. She was fit. And she went wild.We didn't even make it to my bedroom. The couch in the den was covered in leather, and was quite comfortable against bare skin. Once she made up her mind, she wasn't shy at all. She bared her body to me while I took my clothes off. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were gigantic, perfect for suckling either.