His Evening Run
He's out of breath only two blocks away, for good reason.
"Bye, sweetie," Ethan calls in to the living room. "See you in a bit." "Okay, bye," she says, waving without removing her eyes from the TV. And he's out the door, headed out for his evening run. Five minutes later, Ethan is straining, gasping, panting, short of breath... balls-deep inside Jae, the raven-haired, almond-eyed beauty who lives two blocks down the street. You see, today is Tuesday, and Tuesdays are the evening...