Every morning I woke before dawn and felt the first twigging cold of the air. My wife was always beside me. Her warmth comforted me as much as her nakedness. I was grateful for the quiet moment just before the hectic day started again. Her body was slender and delicate. I still marveled at my fortune and felt utterly blessed for having the woman of my dream.

My eyes were drawn down to what I longed to caress, a small furred area, the dark curls spreading lightly upward. Reaching my hand to that place, I fondled it. Amarisa sighed in her sleep. I moved down and planted a kiss on...