Ivana coined The Donald. Anne coined The King. Her husband, Tom, would find out soon enough. He’d have to accept the news, or leave.
The King changed Anne’s life. She relished his love, comfort, abundance, and he relished all that she offered.
Tea-time on Tuesday was their favorite alone time. Chamomile aroma billowed above her cup. Anne sipped as the King pressed his mouth along her slender fingers on the porcelain. Both of their hearts sped up. The King stared passionately into Anne’s eyes. A trance ensued.
Footsteps creaked in the hallway. The King startled and scampered under the sofa.