Chapter 97

• A moment later, loud thumping sounds start coming from the living room, hitting the floor over and over. I rush in to see what’s wrong. At first I think it’s a coincidence, think she’s joking around. I mean my wife has a pretty goofy personality. She’s in front of the TV, bouncing wildly up and down, vaguely to the beat of the song. But the music stops… and she continues. Her face oddly blank, just staring at the screen same as always, as if this is a normal way to watch TV. She looks over at me, “Hey babe.” Then looks back at the screen, still bouncing.
• “Liz, what the fuck are you doing?” I’m so confused. I don’t get the joke.
• She looks at me again, frowns, shakes her head with a bit of attitude. “What?” she snaps back as if annoyed. I stand and stare, dumbfounded. She’s in her comfy sleepwear. Tight joggers and a tight long-sleeve shirt. A low neckline, showing just a bit of cleavage, clearly no bra beneath, tits bouncing around freely. I’ve never seen her act like this. She’s modest and shy, even around me. She’d never do this.