Where Have You Been, My Blue Eyed Boy

Gone for eight months---where have I been?
Tax season always intercedes, and for the first third of the year, I am as busy as a one armed paperhanger. I'm not complaining, but I have precious little energy and time for anything else, including blogging.
Then there was the diagnosis of Peyronie's Disease---look it up in Wikipedia, but it's basically a curvature of the penis due to scar tissue internally.
Then factor in Her vaginal infections---if I didn't know better and if I wasn't sure that She was soooo vanilla, I'd think She was having multiple affairs, having sex all over the lot. But we all know that this isn't so.
Now She's dealing with a tear in Her outer lips--of Her pussy. Again, if I wasn't so sure that She was so vanilla, I'd think She was having affairs.
We are once again in drydock, waiting until just after Labor Day. If She were GGG, She would offer up handjobs or blowjobs, but that's not really in Her vocabulary.

And so I've made an assignation with a porn star encountered online...