The things I would do for you

Sometimes when I hear that the picture editor says things like “why don’t you reconcile with your wife,” and I then hear him talking to her on the phone about her latest medical issue (not intimate, but intimate nonetheless), I am threatened and get terribly jealous. The danger of withdrawal increases and threatens to take on a life of its own.

But then I have a day like last Sunday where we don’t leave the bed until four in the afternoon, and there is something that happens besides the obvious that opens us up to each other just a bit more, reaffirms our bond and brings us closer, sending us floating through work for the next few days in a fog.

And then there are email exchanges like this, that make me never want to be without him:

On 2/28/06 5:00 PM, "kitty" wrote:

> Ich bin gespannt auf der Alltag mit dir. Und heute abend. Ich freue mich.
> Doch. Ich habe eine Bitte. Komm heir. Gleich. Oder spaeter. Und wir
> studieren Biologie. Fortpfanzung Dinge, zum bespiele. Und lehsen fernsehen.
> Und schlafen gehen. Ich liebe dich.
> 
> Bis bald.

Kitty

Und die antwort:

I love you too.  I want you fucking.  I want with you the procreation to
practice.  And you the tongue in the throat to stick.  And you with the
hairbrush to spank.  And you the fingers in the pussy to shove.  And you to
the coming bring.

I can it hardly awaiting.

Liebe,

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