Last night I suggested to K that we might have a little fun in the kitchen, and both wee into a big cardboard box that I hadn’t got round to putting out for recycling. I thought it would be an aural and visual treat and get us (well, me) in the mood for some sexy-time later. She and I both filled up for a couple of hours before, and played a card game to take our mind off any need to go. If you’re going to wee in a box you might as well make the most of it! Except … damn my old man’s prostate! I