When she arrived home, she put the packages near the door, carried thefood into the dining room and he dished the food out onto the plates. "After din...er, I have a gift for you, but you have to do something to earnit. I know you will enjoy your gift," she teased.As they finished dinner, he asked, "So Helen, what do I have to do to earnthis gift?" Not much, just clean up here, give me 10 minutes or so, then meet me inour bathroom in your birthday suit."His interest peaked, he cleared the table,. I was taken aback. I told her she was married. She told me to forget about that fucker. I want some young blood. Besides no one will know. We both had to stop as my mom had come home.Even I could not look her eye to eye after that incident. Not talking to her under the same roof made me crazy. I finally decided to confront her. One day I went to her in the kitchen. Asked her sorry for not talking to you. She told its okay. She knew I felt scared suddenly.She also didn’t want it to repeat as she. I looked directly at her with a smirk in return and winked. As they drew closer and closer to zero, our faces drew closer until we could feel each other hot intoxicated breath. My eyes momentarily went to her lips and then down to her blouse. I caught the slightest glimpse of bra covered breast, then my gaze returned to her eyes which were closed.'HAPPY NEW YEAR' filled the room as everyone began to shake each others hands and hug and the usual rubbish they did every year. However, this was a. All publication rights reserved. Dear Reader, When a man has all he wants in life, what do you give him for his birthday? A card is nice, something thoughtful written within. Perhaps a small present, a trinket for on his desk. Other things. Over the years, I’ve gotten a lot of nice things from those who love me. Some of them remembered. Some forgotten. The old cliche fits so well, it is the thought that matters, not the gift. It is the thought that matters, not the gift itself. Yes, I repeated.