At the moment I am stranded in the back of beyond with two flat tires on the F-150. Nearest town with garage is about 100km away. Not a farm light to be seen anywhere in the darkness. 1:30AM. Not the worst pickle I have ever been in but I am going crazy with boredom until I can summon a tow truck to rescue me. I turn to tuscl to kill time but that soon wears thin.
In utter desperation for amusement I send a text to my Toronto sweetie. Joy! She is still awake even though it is past 3:30AM in Toronto. The texts fly back and forth, getting spicier and spicier by the moment. I switch to voice so that I can enjoy her sexy, throaty voice and accented English. Big mistake. Sweetie really gets me going! She tells me she is going to rub one out for me over the phone. I get all the sexy noises and heavy breathing. Real or not; Mr Wood believes.
I am now sporting a rampant boner, completely useless to me out here so many kilometres from DirtyAss, Alberta. I'm REALLY hating my life at this instant.


cheer up, you have cell phone signal, and it isnt winter.