The Birthday Present

Happy Birthday

The barbecue pit smoked and sizzled as it filled the yard with the aroma of hot dogs and hamburgers.

"Shit!" Paul cursed as he burned himself on the grill. Shaking his hand and still cursing under his breath, he felt a hand lightly touch his shoulder.

"What did you do, Hon" Becky said as she softly rubbed his shoulder.

"I burned my damned finger", he growled as his hand fluttered like a bird in flight.

Becky took his hand in hers and gently kissed his finger. "Is that better, birthday boy?" she cooed through pursed lips.

With a crooked smile he said " Yeah, it's all better, but you kissed the wrong finger." She playfully slapped at him as he caught her in a bear hug and whispered in her ear. "Where's my present."

"You'll just have to be patient", she whispered seductively.

"I don't want to be patient, I want

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