Judy never complained. Jeff had to peel back her layers of armor to get her to admit she was suffering.
“When did this happen?”, Jeff asked as he helped her hobble to bed.
“I sprained my ankle this morning. Clumsy me,” Judy said. “I tripped over my own feet.”
He propped up her pillow and she sat back [...]

I’m posting a new short story today.
Find out what happens to Jeff when he utters four little words, “Give it to Me.”
I hope you enjoy it.

I want to publicly thank Bronson Bassir, who today proved he is a true friend beyond all doubt.  He helps others for a living, and is one of the finest men I have ever met. I ask that you keep him and his sleep disorder in your prayers.
Michael