She was the formerly naughty minx who I’d helped turn from the path of naughtiness to the superior path of niceness. It had been a year to the day when we’d met and experienced, at least for me, the single, greatest afternoon of my life. Getting ready I checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror and smiled. Since last year my salt and pepper beard had turned almost all salt. While that might have bothered some people in my case I felt it was a plus. An all-white beard just made me resemble the boss even more and since I sometimes ‘filled in’ for him that made the job easier.
Wearing just a towel I left the bathroom and went into the bedroom. My red and white suit sat on my bed; cleaned, pressed, and ready to go. The last time I’d worn it was that fateful day and the thought of that made me grin from ear to ear. Well that and I felt my neglected Yule log begin to move. Tossing the towel aside I quickly dressed, first putting on a new, clean undershirt before pulling my red pants with the white fur cuffs on.
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