Yellowstone

After all that, I fell in love with her again, if you couldn’t tell. She rests for a moment and then she says, “I’m taking a shower.” She hopped up and got in the bathroom, consequently leaving me to fall over into bed and to pass out asleep, by myself.

I was so relieved to get some rest that I didn’t care for a while. Then I cared. I woke up and asked myself, Was I there for her, or was I there for us? For her benefit or for our benefit?

I was so dirty I was getting the sheets dirty, but I didn’t want to move. I had to move. She started in with the hairdryer, that invention most hated by men. This wasn’t a cabin, of course. If it had been, it wasn’t now.

She said something shitty, and I struggled out of bed. She looked at my penis and said that he did a good job. So, I asked myself, was I there because I needed to be there, or was I there so that my penis could be there?

In all fairness, she didn’t want to come along on this vacation. I’m the outdoorsy type. She’s the stay in bed and read a book type. That said, I think she was really enjoying this trip, or at least I was enjoying it so much that it didn’t matter if she did.

More good news—there was hot water left, after all. Forget the goddam drought, I’m taking a shower until I get bored in here. This was the swimming pool and hot tub combined, because this place had none of that.

Shit, I forgot to open the window, I said out loud. She heard me and tried to open it, but she wasn’t strong enough to open it.

“You’ll have to do it, macho man,” she said.

“Come over here and wash my back like a good girl,” I said, or rather demanded.

I stuck my back out and she lathered it up. I think she liked to wash my back. When she did, she always commented on my muscles, as back then, I did more chin ups than anyone I had ever met—my back should have looked like something. And when she was finished washing my back and shoulders and my butt, she always reached around with those delicate fingers of hers and washed my dick, just like a good girl should.

It felt good to be pampered for a change. I did all the driving and decision making on this trip. I did most of the work when we had sex. She was too shy to get on top of me, or too lazy. I don’t know which. I was going for a long hike tomorrow, and I didn’t care what she thought. I knew she wouldn’t go with me. She was one of those people who drove around and around in a parking lot until they got a really close spot.