This week my wife and me are separated by several hundred kilometres. Hunting season is here. I am locked up, chaste, focused and fairlly happy. It means that I dont have much time to think about carnal matters. Which for one is good, but on the other hand: the separation means her upper hand is not a day to day reality, so we loose som training time. Looking forward to next Sunday, when things is back to normal. By the way: two animals down so far...
