Saturday morning was amazing. I heard little noises in the kitchen; I waited. Pam came in with two cups of coffee, wearing black heels, smiling—naked. I sat up in bed in a heartbeat. “I’m sorry. I spilled some coffee on my tee shirt and didn’t have time to get a clean one,” she cooed. “It’s – a – I mean – wow! Honey, you look marvelous,” my voice was shaking with surprise. Pam giggled and handed the cups to me. She got in...

I quietly slid out of bed, Pam rustled a little. I had no choice but to make a beeline for john. My bladder was dictating my life at this moment. With a sign of relief, I washed my hands and tried to sneak back into bed. Pam was lying on her side grinning. “Feel better?” she giggled. “God, yes. I’ll go start the coffee,” I went into the kitchen. When I returned with our coffee, Pam was sitting up with the covers covering...