Christmas Morning
Carl and Cathy wake up together, and a new love begins
I felt Cathy stirring in my arm. I looked down at her and smiled; she smiled back. “Can I say Merry Christmas, Carl?” she asked timidly. “This year, yes, you can, Catherine, my love, yes, you can,” I said, squeezing her, and we kissed. “Oh, please don’t squeeze too hard. I have to,” “I know, Sweetheart. Go on and make yourself comfortable,” I gave her a quick kiss, and she was off to the bathroom. When she returned, she j...