My life was quite normal. I had a steady job, two young kids, and a wife. But soon I realised that I needed a change of pace. Ever since my wife shaved her batcave, it... Well it never worked out for me any more. I craved that fuzzy feeling of hair, the warm wavy fur that protects the skin. I just lost interest in my wife, and, by extension, human beings in general. But I didn’t want to be asexual. There was – there had to be something out there that I had feelings for.
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| - My life was quite normal. I had a steady job, two young kids, and a wife. But soon I realised that I needed a change of pace. Ever since my wife shaved her batcave, it... Well it never worked out for me any more. I craved that fuzzy feeling of hair, the warm wavy fur that protects the skin. I just lost interest in my wife, and, by extension, human beings in general. But I didn’t want to be asexual. There was – there had to be something out there that I had feelings for. So I told my wife I was going to New York. On business. But instead I went on one of those “escape tours”, with a guide and a bus with no AC. The first one available was one to Africa. Without reading the description, I signed up and I was on my way for the change of a lifetime.
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