said Sam, standing at the window, “this is one helluva storm.” Chona was still in bed and she sat up, sleepily. “What time is it?” “It’s almost seven. I’m going to Mass at that church down the street. Would you like to come along?” “You know what? That sounds good. If we get moving, we can make the eight O’clock service.” “Yeah, I was thinkin’ the same thing. I love ya, baby-doll.” “And I love you, too, cutie-pie.” Sam smiled, remembering the last time someone had called him cutie-pie. He had broken the guy’s nose. “I’ve already got the coffee on. Should I bring you a cup?” “No, thank you. I’ve got to get up and get into the shower.” “I’m all done in there. Knock yourself out.” Chona swept the covers back and climbed out of bed, completely naked. Sam smiled as he watched her walk into the bathroom. She was muscular, but curvy in all the right places. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed in such a short amount of time. He walked into the kitchen and refilled up his coffee cup.
