I spent a rather disturbed six hours on the plane from New York. I found that every time I drifted off to sleep, I'd start dreaming about sex which would give me an erection which would wake me up again. Very annoying.
I eventually managed to get some sleep when I began thinking of giving A a massage. I used to give K massages because she had a bad back and I was pretty good at it (if I do say so myself and she never complained). In my thoughts A enjoyed it as well.
Tomorrow sees the beginning of a possible three weeks with the cage on. This will be the longest I have worn it. Given the way I feel at the moment, this can only be a good thing.
Good at massage, you say? ;)
ReplyDelete