The next morning, I woke up in Jennifer’s bed, but as I looked around, I realized I was alone. I wondered where Jennifer had gotten to, but before I could find out, I had to tend to urgent matters, so I got up, slipped on my slacks, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. When I finished and was headed back to the bedroom, I smelled coffee and knew where Jennifer was. I headed downstairs.
Jennifer was in the kitchen, standing at the counter wearing a gorgeous fluffy purple terrycloth bathrobe. She looked over her shoulder and smiled when I walked into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she said. “I wanted to let you sleep, so I thought I’d get up and make breakfast. You hungry?”
“I’m starved,” I said.
“I made a bacon and cheese quiche,” she said. “Do you like quiche?”
“I love it,” I said, “even if it doesn’t make me a real man.”
Jennifer grinned. “Trust me, quiche or not, you’re a real man, I know that for a fact,” she said.
The quiche was delicious. I ate half of it and would have eaten more, but I didn’t want to look like a pig.
“I guess you were hungry,” Jennifer said, smiling at me. She only ate a small piece. Of course, that might be how she kept that marvelous figure of hers.
“I’ve been eating my own cooking for so long, having two meals in a row as good as the ones you made is a real treat,” I replied.
“Last night, you said you didn’t have anything to do for three weeks, didn’t you?” Jennifer asked.
I sipped some of my coffee and nodded. “Yes, why?” I replied.
“I was thinking,” she said. “Horace bought a beach house in Hawaii about a year before he was diagnosed. We…we went there once, but…” She shrugged. “Since you don’t have any obligations for three weeks, would you like to see it?”
I sipped more of my coffee, smiled at her, and said, “I’d love to.”
Jennifer’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful,” she said. “I’ll call the travel agent and book us reservations on a flight.”
“When are we going?” I asked.
“As soon as I can get us reservations,” she replied.
We got up. Jennifer began clearing the table while I rinsed off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. After I put the last of the dishes in the machine I dried my hands on a dish towel, walked over to the table, which Jennifer had just finished wiping. I put my arms around her, and kissed her. She returned the kiss avidly.
After the kiss ended, I cupped Jennifer’s delectable bottom in my hands and pulled her middle against mine. Then I turned her around, backed her to the kitchen table, lifted her up and sat her on it.
