"Happy birthday my Darling," Sophia said as she handed Alfie his present, a large square flat package wrapped up in paper covered in coloured balloons.
Alfie sat up in bed and said,
"Wow that's big isn't it? Why don't you wait to give it to me this evening at the party?"
"Because my darling I think this one should be opened in private and anyway I would like you to open this one first as it is something you've always wanted." She kissed him on the lips and left the room to make coffee.
Alfie put on his glasses and sat looking at the coloured paper wondering what was in it; he did not want to open it until she had returned with some coffee. He lay back on the pillow and wondered what was in stall for him in the coming year, another birthday, but at least another year closer to retiring and returning to his beloved Algarve. They would be able to travel more and see some of the world that they had still to discover. Alfie thought to himself that as the years passed would his health deteriorate, would he enjoy sex and making love to Sophia still feel as good as it did now, stirrings were beginning to happen just thinking of Sophia and making love to her. Just then Sophia came back in the bedroom and walked over to the bed with a tray of coffee and some toast, jolting him out of his daydream.
"Haven't you opened it yet? Go on rip the paper off." She said with excitement in her voice
"I was waiting for you, I wonder what it could be?" he said but he had a fair idea as he felt around the edge of the paper.
"Is this a picture?" he said as he began to rip at the paper.
"Wait and see," was all Sophia would say with a coy smile showing at the side of her mouth.