Jennffer and Kandy

Too much Xmas special beer.

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Copyright © 2012, Michael M Wayman

Snow was falling heavily, we were snowed in, but we didn't care, we had rented a holiday home for a week over Xmas. We were stuck in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, but the Nag's Head was two doors away.

The pub was owned and run by my sister Beatrice and her husband Reg. Beatrice serves the drinks and Reg does everything else. We had just returned from an evening of too much Xmas special beer and great food, cooked by Reg of course.

“Before we enter the Land of Nod I have something to give. I want to give us something. Do you see this?” I held up a pen. “It is an indelible marker. Anything I write with this will stay for months or years.”

“Give me a hand, Jennffer!” I pushed the ends of my fingers between the fingers of Jennffer's outstretched hand and held it. I wrote the word PETER on the palm of her hand. I wrote the word PETER on my palm.

“Give me a hand, Peter!” I pushed the ends of my fingers between the fingers of Peter's outstretched hand and held it. I wrote the word JENNFFER on the palm of his hand. I wrote the word JENNFFER on my other palm.

“Peter! Jennffer! Let's see your other hands!” I wrote the word KANDY on Jennffer's hand, I wrote the word KANDY on Peter's hand.

“Just, so we won't forget.”

I wrote the word KANDY on Peter's chest. I wrote the word KANDY on Jennffer's left breast.