Caught Looking
My wife was away for the day, and a hot afternoon at the gym turned out satisfying a long time craving.
It was a hot and humid late August weekend in New Jersey. My wife Jill spent the day ‘down the shore’, as we Jerseyans say. She and several girlfriends visited Kris, another of the girls, who owned a beach house. A day of sun, surf, tanning, cocktails, barbeque, and possibly an overnight stay if she’d had too much to drink. Jill left very early Saturday morning to beat the shore traffic on the Garden State Parkway. I putt...