Lifting Stories

I smile and wink while saying, “I do not doubt how eager your beaver will be young lady,” and turn to the left to carry you toward our bedroom. As we cross the threshold of our bedroom and approach our bed, I lower and loosen my grip on your thighs and lower your feet to the ground so that you can stand. We are lost staring into each other’s eye for what is only a few seconds but feels like an eternity. “Thank you sir. Af...