“You’re so lucky. You found the last great guy out there,” gushed Judy, my girlfriend, in front of four other women, as we stood smashed in the corner at Mary Henson’s annual holiday bash.
We all turned and looked across the room at Henry, standing with a bunch of guys… eating potato chips.
“It’s like seeing a Mastodon alive and walking down Main Street,” The blonde said.
“Aren’t they extinct?”
”Yes, just like all the good men.”
I felt his hand slide across my butt, then a quick pat. “If we don’t get going, we’re going to miss the entire party,” Henry said as he planted a quick kiss on my shoulder, flipped off the covers and leaped out of bed.
A whoosh of cold air hit my fat exposed body. Yikes. Grabbing the covers, I yanked them up and hid. Six months in to the marriage and he’d never seen me naked.
Today wasn’t going to be that sad “Naked Revelation” day. Not if I could help it.
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