It is 2 am when Alex quietly opens the sliding glass door and steps gingerly over the threshold. Yesterday he saw his neighbor, the one with the pretty wife, playing catch with his sons, both in high school. Their carefree attitude sickened him as he watched them through the small opening of the curtain in the front parlor. Their laughter rung out like sirens to him and eventually he had no choice but to move away from the window.
Alex’s sheepskin slippers were getting damp from the morning dew, but he paid that no mind. He looked at his yard, then at the neighbor’s yards and congratulated himself on setting such a good example. He proposed a height standard to the homeowners association for lawns in the area, but was met with fervid opposition. So he chose to lead from behind. The moon was bright enough to read by. Genuflecting, he used the ruler he always kept handy to verify the height of his lawn. It was just right. He congratulated himself on being such a good man and turned to go back inside.
The seal on the door sucked proof that it was shut and he tiptoed upstairs. His wife’s miniature dog was awake and came to see what the commotion was. Alex kicked him a little as he made his way to the bedroom. The dog squeaked like a chew toy.
His feet were cold when he got into bed with his wife and snuggled up behind her. She had been drinking earlier and God knows she took enough sleeping pills to tranquilize a horse. He slipped his night-cold hand up her thigh and under her silky nightgown, lifted it to her back and rolled her onto her stomach. He did not care if she was asleep or whether he was hurting her. He deserved her this way. After all, he just bought her a BMW – 7 Series.
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