Chapter Eight
Sunday
Roger woke up Sunday morning as if he never been away, completely refreshed, exceedingly happy and ready for the day. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so exuberant. He remembered how his beautiful wife had dressed up in pretty lingerie and had aroused him in bed and how he made love to her in a virile fashion.
She was so warm and loving to me.
To show his appreciation, Roger made his wife breakfast in bed. Even though the little sparrow took but a nibble of the pancake, he didn’t mind. When she put on her jogging clothes, he asked to come along too, saying how he wanted to get rid of “his spare tire”. He jogged a little and walked beside his wife, huffing and puffing after only a few blocks. The fact that he was trying to exercise with her, despite how out of shape
