Attention: There is no sex in this post. No graphic depictions of hot, sweaty, naked bodies rolling around together or anything. Nothing like that at all. Carry on.

Then we head out of town to spend the long weekend with Jane’s family at a state park, as we do every year. She hardly says a word the entire three hour trip down there. She did sleep most of the way, but she usually will at least have a conversation with me.

It was just me and my iPod, since our daughter rode down with Jane’s parents the night before.

Jane is completely anti-social the whole weekend, choosing to hide in our cabin and sticking me with all of her relatives for three days. They are nice people, but I was really looking forward to some quality time with my wife.

We return on Monday and anxiously await the results of the biopsy. She’s concerned about it and so am I, but there is nothing we can do about it until we get the results, so I choose not to dwell on it.

She says maybe 5 words to me the entire three hour drive home. This is the woman I can barely get to shut up any other time.

At this point, I haven’t been touched in a sexual way by her in nearly a week. I’m no asshole – I understood the first few days after the biopsy and I certainly didn’t push it.

And sure, we were stuck in a cabin with her family the whole weekend, but she would have been taking me out into the woods to fuck me the previous week.

I’m lucky to get a peck on the cheek now.

Still, I don’t force the issue. I’ll wait until the results come back.

On Wednesday, we finally get the results: Negative. No cancer, no dysplasia. Woohoo! Time to celebrate!

But she still won’t come near me. I can’t take it anymore. I finally confront her about it.

J: “All you ever want from me is sex.”

D: “That’s not true and you know it. I’m tired of you pushing me away all the time, even if I just want to snuggle up and hold you. It’s been more than a week since we did anything. The week before we literally fucked every day! What’s up? You can’t just give it to me every day for a week and then totally cut me off without even a handjob or something! I at least deserve an explanation!”

J: “I could have had cancer and all you wanted to do is fuck.”

D: “But you don’t have cancer. You know, maybe it’s not about sex, but the fact that you have barely spoken to me since you had the biopsy. We spent six hours in the car together this weekend and you barely said six words to me. You hardly left the cabin this weekend – I can only use the ‘Jane isn’t feeling good’ response so many times when I know it’s not true. I get tired of lying when everyone is asking where you are. I know you’re upset about it. But, you can’t just shut me out. I’m your husband and I need to be here for you. If I can’t fix it, at least let me hold you and tell you it’s going to be alright!”

She knows I’m right. She cries, I cry and we both have a tearful hug and apologize. We kiss, make up and have a wonderful, passionate lovemaking session that night.

All is well.

So I lied, there was a little sex in there. I know my 2 3 readers appreciate it, though I wouldn’t know it from the comments, fuckers!

Next: Fast Forward followed by Encounter #1 (our first adventure).