Day Three.
I heard from the Rascal today. He had been out to the bars and he had to call me to let me know that at 6'4" he is the biggest man in Bremen.
Not that size matters...Ahem. Like I was saying, I told him about snooping for porn and he directed me to the box of 1971 Playboy Magazines in our living room bookcase. "That's it" he said. And I believe him. Because I looked. Furthermore he said if I could talk Pretty Helmet into sending him some free porn, he would gladly hide the porn from me.
I'm not sure what to think about that, but I do know that the cost of an international cell phone to cell phone connection is astronomical. In other words, we just spent a small fortune on a conversation about porn. I miss him.