Her Evening Run
She's out of breath only two blocks away, for good reason.
"Bye, hon," Colleen calls into the living room. "Be back in a bit." "Okay, yeah," he says without removing his eyes from the game, bottle of beer perched high on his belly. And she's out the door, headed out for her evening run. Five minutes later, Colleen is straining, gasping, panting, short of breath... vigorously riding Nathan, the blond-haired, blue-eyed specimen who lives the next block over. You see, today is Wedne...