It is December 26th, Boxing Day. Waiting on dinner with a mix of family and friends. I am sitting back reading what I call my smut reads, but really it’s porn. Porn for the mind's eye. There is something so erotic about reading the printed word and letting your mind work with the words to create what has gotten me wet on more than a few occasions. I start to drift off a little. The chair is so comfortable. It might have b...