“Hey Mickey, how are you?” “Hey Carl. What’s up? Merry Christmas,” Yeah, sure. Same to you. How about a shot? It’s so fucking cold out there. It’s the coldest Christmas Eve I remember in forever.” “Sure. I’ll pour two, and we can celebrate together.” Mickey poured our drinks. We clinked our glasses and downed the liquid warmth. I had him pour another for me. Maybe Forgetsville was at the bottom of this one. “How’s busines...

Jeff woke up first the next morning. He was very grateful that he and Sam spent the money on inside plumbing. He snuck his slippers from under the covers and put the coffee pot on to perk. When he looked out, he saw that there had been a light powdery snow that night. He smiled because he knew that would make Valerie happy. When the coffee finished perking, he took a cup to Valerie. When he got to her side of the bed, all...

Valerie beat Jeff to the coffee pot. She went into the bedroom to give Jeff his cup, but he wasn’t there. Then she heard the shower door shut. She had just missed sneaking into the shower with him. She opened the door, and Jeff was still drying himself. “My, oh, my. The best part of the morning is not coffee. No, it’s having a hot man in your shower looking just so fine and with nothing covered. Mmm, that’s my man right t...