John sat on the couch on the end, he really wanted to loosen his jeans, he was so full of a fabulous dinner. He sipped his coffee and then set it on the side table. He patted the seat beside him. "Come on over here. That's enough work. Bring your coffee and sit with me."

Susan sat in the middle of the couch. This had become a routine: eat dinner, clean up, snuggle on the couch with coffee. One or both of them would fall asleep. He carried her to bed and then lay down beside her. He ...