I came home to change into something less constricting before leaving again, but before I could get into a pair of shorts I remembered that I have a mid-level partner who likes to wake up & take up all my time. "But I don't have time" I said to myself as I tried to ignore the fact that my proportions were moving in an outward direction. I figured if I just keep doing what I am doing then I can keep my life on course for just a little longer. I can't get entirely hard in my undies, so I reached down for an underwear adjustment to relieve some of the pressure and I felt a warm thick slick wet spot smear on my wrist as I pulled it back out of my shorts. That was when I knew it was too late. Head #2 wins again. Heres what I did. . .