Lying in front of the fire, curled up with Jayne, was one of Sammy's favorite things.
Oh sure, he loved long walks in the summer sunshine and swimming in the nearby lake, but he was most content sprawled out on the soft fire-side rug, wrapped in Jaynes arms.
Sanny and Jayne had lived at Twinlane Farm for nearly twelve years, every day an adventure - as the saying goes.
Every day spent together, every day filled with love.
Not many of his friends were as happy as Sammy - but then, none of his friends had someone like Jayne to come home to when the working day was finished.
He like his work, but he loved his Jayne!
He could smell the sweetness of the days cookery on her long brown hair and he liked it. It conjured up images of homliness in his mind.
Safe and secure images.
Love and warmth.
But Sammy's life hadn't always been that way.
He remembered the beatings that his former employer had given him, usually for no reason that Sammy could figure out.
He still sported a deep scar over his right eye, where he'd been hit with a wrench.
He couldn't even remember why he'd been hit, something about a horse race maybe...
Jayne often stroked the scar on his brow in silent sympathy,
troubled by the cruelty that some people were capable of.
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She had vowed long ago never to hurt Sammy and she never had.