Honey and I were living in our old house close to the city. I say old, I mean 100 year old, but one of those houses that is well cared for, beautiful inside and out. My wife Honey and I were in our late 30s at the time.
Anyway, it was Christmas Eve. I had gotten home from work earlier than usual to find an unexpected family of visitors had arrived. This was always fine with us.
Well the combination of Christmas Eve, having kids running around madly, unexpected visitors, dinner and drinks meant that it's going to be a late night. We still have gifts to put together yet.
Honey and I assemble some food for dinner. She keeps bumping into me. Is that a bump, or is she grazing up against me?
I'm a bit dull at the best of times. What she is doing is very subtle maybe, but my motor turns on to idle. Really? Maybe?
So lots of laughing, 2 groups of kids are running around. The friends depart later on, so we do a quick bath time for our kids, then into bed they go.
"You get your tool box and I'll get the presents" says Honey.
Disappointed, I'm now certain she means screw drivers and spanners, rather than any innuendo. Just when I thought my luck could change.
So I get tools and make more cups of tea for us. We settle in to assemble toys and follow inadequate instructions. Eventually, I figure it out after doing a couple of trips to the workshop downstairs at an ungodly hour to modify parts to fit properly and work.
At Midnight, I get her attention, smile and say "Merry Christmas Honey" and give her a hug.
Honey can see my efforts and is so nice to me. I make more tea.
I'm assembling, doing what I'm told and Honey is wrapping and labelling presents. We have a little production line going that eventually finishes at 2am. We are exhausted, and know our kids will wake around 6am.
I take everything to waste and pack up. Honey slides the wrapped boxes under the tree. When I return upstairs, Honey is coming out of a very quick shower. So we swap places. She bumps into me again. Slowly.
I'm thinking "What's doing with this bumping into me thing?" But I don't care, as Honey has all the right body bits in all the right places. A wet and naked Honey can bump into me anytime she likes.
My shower doesn't take long to wash off the day. I slip my silk Mickey Mouse boxer shorts on and head toward the bedroom, turning off lights as I go.
Our bedroom is at the front of the house and as it is on a semi main road, there are decent street lights outside. The street light filters through the lace curtains, lightly illuminating Honey's boudoir.
Honey is in bed already. She always has the bed position closest to the door. So I walk around and hop into bed with her. This time of the late night or early morning, the temperature is quite good. Not hot and not cold. Normally she sleeps turned away from me. However tonight, Honey isn't, as she is facing toward me and resting on her side.
Honey is wearing a blue patterned night dress that has white lace around the collar and the front 4 buttons.
Although I'm exhausted, I'm thinking, "Do I try my luck?."
