When she was bad

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Carol Bristol slowly opened her dark-lashed eyes, a frown slightly distorting her beautiful features as she fumbled sleepily to turn off the loudly buzzing alarm clock beside the bed. Silencing the insistent noise of the electronic siren, she rolled onto one side and looked at her husband, still sleeping away peacefully beside her.

For a moment she just quietly looked at him, enjoying the sight of him beside her in bed, even after close to twenty-five years of marriage. Looking at him like this in the morning always brought home to her how wonderful those years had been, as well as how much he, and she, were still so much in love as they had been when first married.

Although now in his late 40's, Ken was still a rugged 200 pounds and a towering six foot one. Carol raised one hand to tousle his hair-still dark if a bit thinning along the temples. He grinned in his sleep at her touch and rolled over onto his back.

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