Jack brought me  a bowl of cherries (unlike life), and went to a meeting in my stead.  I can’t stand or sit for more time than it takes to pee.  However, at least I can make it to the bathroom to pee.  Last time this happened, I had to pee into towels on the floor- I literally could not stand up.  That’s real love, I mean real, true love: carefully sliding towels under your wife’s usually hot ass, allowing her to pee into them, and then cleaning it all up, and then– perhaps most importantly- still thinking she’s a loving sexy beast at a later date.

Believe me, I love Jack just as much, if not more.