“I’m making chicken tomorrow,” Pam started as I was walking out the door, “It’s Doug’s favorite.”
“Left over stew would be fine with me,” I shouted back. XXX Immediately, I turned down the radio and turned up the heat. “What’s the matter?” I inquired once again. After a few minutes she got up and asked me to join her on the sofa. He was wearing a hooded coat, but it was clear that he had been out a while as the snow was visibly sticking to his hood. One of the things that distinguish it from the others is the amount of snow and cold weather. That morning will always remain engrained in my mind. I traced a coat of saliva down her smooth, flat stomach inching ever closer to the prize that awaited me. I followed her close behind in eager anticipation of what might
