One day I awoke to a note that said “Today is Naked Day, that means no clothes . . .”  It was scratched out on the back of an envelope and propped up beside my pillow. I could smell the coffee brewing, but rather than grabbing the robe from the chair beside my bed, I paused.  Crawling down towards the foot of the bed, then peering out the bedroom door, I looked to see where he’d gone.  Jason returned, a bare butt, carrying the breakfast tray and smiling. 

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