Contagion, Part 1: Cooping and Coping
Trapped at home, my wife and I begin to explore our fantasies of other people.
Cheryl's head is buried in her device. Again. Of course that isn't unusual these days. I'm just as often guilty of it. We've been stuck in the house for weeks, alternately anxious, bored and detached, numbing ourselves out with our screens. For the first month or so we have been so disjointed in adjusting to the new lifestyle, we were only having sex once or twice a week, and when we did it was pretty perfunctory. Enjoya...