Milk and cokkies

For the next hour or so Kerry continued painting the trim up under the eaves. He actually had forgotten all about the milk and cookies until Mary Peters opened the front door and offered, “Come and get it, fresh right out of the oven!” Kerry climbed down off of his ladder, and after cleaning off his hands entered the house and meandered his way back towards the kitchen. The moment he was inside his nostrils were filled with the sweet aroma of the best chocolate chips cookies you could ever imagine! He turned the corner into the living room and stopped short in his tracks when he found Mary Peters sitting in her oversized easy chair with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the end table next to her chair. “I thought we’d do things like we did when you were a little boy,” she said softly. “What do you mean by that?” he asked a little bit warily. “Come on, up on my lap!” she ordered. “I’m way to big for that!” he replied. “Nonsense!” she shot back. “To me you’ll always be that little boy, now hop to it!” She held out her arms in anticipation, and for some reason he sensed a definite air of sensuality wafting aroun... Læs hele novellen