I pulled back the covers and gave her a light smack on the bottom. I picked up the glasses and went to the kitchen. The coffee was just about ready. I had some buns I’d bought and also smoked fish, which I knew she liked. I put those on the table plus plates and cups and utensils. Then I made myself another drink.
Later she came into the kitchen. She had just come from the shower and was n***d. There were still a few drops of water on her body, and her hair was damp.
“I feel better already,” she said. “Am I pretty, Peter?”
“Beautiful,” I said. “And the rest of the prescription is now ready.”
She looked at the table. “Oh, you made breakfast!”
“Well, I didn’t exactly make it,” I said modestly. “I merely bought it. Although I did make the coffee.”
“May I have breakfast without getting d
