Chapter 1009 Out Of Control:>Ep67
- That night, James climbed into bed, his whole body weary. It seemed that all the lack of activity caught up to him in almost the same way that doing a whole lot of things did. He couldn't remember feeling this tired when he was working, exercising, doing things around the house, and everything else that ordinarily came with everyday life. Now he was doing next to nothing: watching TV, going for drives, taking the occasional work call, and his, well, extracurricular activities with Molly. And yet he was as sleepy as he could remember.
- James opened up his iPad and let himself get lost in the Internet. He checked on the family finances (strong as ever), the news (depressing as ever) and the Mariners (worse than usual). The bed shifted as Christine climbed into her side of the bed. James glanced over at her.
- His wife was wearing a tank top and long pajama pants: nothing particularly enticing. Yet James had to admit she looked good in it. The inaction of the last few weeks had meant his wife actually had some softness to her body in places. She wasn't chubby, just a bit rounded off at the angles. James preferred it when Christine looked this way, but he didn't know how to tell her that. So much of his wife's self-image was tied up in her near-fanatical exercise regimen.