This heat is incessant. I can’t eat. I sleep, but I can always use more. Sugar is outright painful to consume.

And my mind is consumed with sex. Judging by the titty snaps I get, mine can’t be the only one.

Perhaps this is the best part of the summer. Two tingling, sweaty bodies tangled together until both collapse on the sultry sheets. Bathe each other, and then do it all over again.

Plus, with the kids going back to school, why not take advantage of the empty house and the emotions that accompany that?

What else is there to do? Work? Sit at home alone? Watch trash television? Watch the news? Is there a difference between those latter two?

No, baby. Let’s fuck.