Whee! It's actually a very fictionalized account of the last year and what can happen when you take on another girlfriend in addition to your wife and other girlfriend.

Deb and I have also started the process of redoing the study in our house. It was the one remaining room that still had old carpet and wallpaper in it. I've got the walls painted and Deb has the carpet ripped up, but I've still got trim and doors to go, and the floor needs some work with sanding and cleaning. So naturally it's a good time to start writing a novel and plan to be finished in four weeks.

The entire cluttered contents of the study has been strewn throughout the house. I'm hoping to get rid of about half the books and other stuff, like old records and paperwork and obsolete computer hardware, before we move it back in and try to make it more organized. Deb long ago took over our reading room, so I've asked if the study could be mine, and she's agreed.

Had an amazing all-day date with Three on Saturday, and, other than a short lunch break, we spent most of that time in bed fucking our brains out. I told her she'd turned me into "a coming machine," and I wasn't kidding. She laughed, though, and has been calling me that ever since. Jesus. I came about a dozen times and trashed most of the bed. We kept going until about 15 minutes before Three was supposed to leave. I am so glad I met that woman.

In the meantime, Sara's reproductive system seems to be on a personal campaign to prevent me from having sex with her. Her hormones and menstrual cycle have become very uncooperative. I'm thankful that I have another outlet, or I would be very frustrated.

Sex with Deb these days, though infrequent, is pretty fucking hot when it happens.

Life is good.