The wife went for a month and a half on a business trip to organize festivals for the children. I got bored in a couple of weeks. I asked to take a few pictures, but more poetically. I say, I miss-I love-I can't, you understand, you can't keep in yourself for a long time. And she refused, said, I am ashamed of what nonsense, in the room not alone, but with a colleague, etc. In the end, even quarreled.

The next day sends a "hot" almost no photo set. I ask what is the matter? My friend heard that we were fighting, asked what and how. My wife told me. She says, “My husband is alone in the apartment, there is a computer, there is the internet. He has all the porn of the world in front of his eyes, and he wants you. The best compliment, in my opinion.”