(F.F.F. Website Story)
Cindy was naked in the kitchen, singing at 5 A.M., while cooking up a pancake breakfast. The aroma of fresh coffee got me out of bed.
“Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” Cindy said and we lovingly embraced.
While sorting yesterday’s mail, I opened a letter addressed to Cindy from Conrad, a man that lived at the end of our street.
Conrad wanted Cindy to know with his divorce finally finalized they could now run away to Canada as planned.
“I got better than bacon for you,” Cindy winked.
I smiled and handed her Conrad’s letter.