At 3 am this morning the world welcomed the arrival of my first grandchild. I had flown back over to Australia for the event and was thrilled to lay my eyes upon this little ball of new life. My wife however had to stay in the Solomons as she couldn’t get the time off to accompany me.
When I got back home it was still dark. The morning birds were beginning to sing, the air was cool and crisp and the world was nurtured in that early morning silence I find so intoxicating.
I “texted” my wife to give her the details and found myself overwhelmed with desire for her. I mentioned this to her and laughed it off as a subconscious survival-of-the-fittest scenario between the young bull (my son who has now created a child) and the old bull (me) threatened by a possible take over of the herd.
I also made mention that my thoughts were detailed and x-rated. Like all old (and young) bulls, my mind rapidly facilitated an obvious text-sex situation as I awaited my wife’s saucy reply. What would she say? How would she instigate such a passionate feast? What delightful evil would she embrace?
My phone signalled.
I prepared myself. Her reply?
The old bull slept.