A sizzling sound woke Bradley Kenilworth. His bed was soaked with perspiration…another night of feats. His body hurt like he was beaten up with some heavy object. He pulled the sheets down and staggered out of bed. Getting out of bed was beginning a difficult daily task. The aroma of fried chicken and chips filled his nostrils. "Ohh___it is Saturday", he muttered. On Saturdays, he and his wife and son have breakfast together. He quickly dashed into the bathroom and freshened up before going down the stairs into his large kitchen where his wife was busy preparing breakfast. "Hey …babe", she said, smiling up at him. "Hey____", he responded, planting a kiss on her cheeks and running his tongue over her ear. She cringed and nudged him with her shoulder. "You are calling for trouble, Bradley", she said with a mischievous smile. "I don't mind that kinda trouble…it keeps me alive for you". Phoebe stared at him with admiration and love and locked her lips with his in a deeply passionat
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