Overnight Guest, Part II (The next morning!)

I smell coffee. I sit up. “Good morning, sweetheart!”, says Cheryl. She’s got my robe on and looks great. She leans over, handing me the hot cup she’s brought in. I set it on the nightstand, it’s too hot to drink – – besides, when she handed it

Overnight Guest, Part One

It was late. Cheryl (my wife) and Mary (our next-door neighbor) had been out most of the evening. Mary’s husband was away on business and I’d volunteered to watch her son for the evening. Cheryl and I thought she could use a little cheering up.<br