WELCOMING THE SUNRISE

Harry and Florence's bedroom windows began to lighten as the sun peeks over the eastern horizon. The husband and wife were still touching each other, feeling their partner's smooth and soft body. The warmth was there, which made them feel comfortable. Even Harry, who was usually gone by sunrise, was still in bed with Florence.

"Would you like to see the beauty of the sunrise?" said Harry.

"I saw it yesterday," answered Florence, looking lazy. It was far more pleasing to stare at Harry's perfect body than to see the sun rising over the lake she had seen yesterday.

"It would be so much more beautiful to see her with me," Harry cooed with ulterior motives.

Florence, seeing the strange glint in Harry's eyes, frowned. Something made Florence suspicious. There must have been something else Harry wanted. This did not scare Florence but instead made Florence curious and challenged.