It was a normal Spring morning with the buds of the trees beginning to effloresce and the birds--robins in particular--scouring the earth for any lackadaisical worm to engorge. There were crows cawing in the nearby oak. The grass, bedewed with droplets of rain--it had rained the night before--awakened to the warmth of the rising sun. The wind was calm. The clouds, what few there were, greeted the sun with their misty charm.
A cat, a Mynx by breed, a Garfield by inclination, predatiously eyed the few robins that it espied as it lay under a small evergreen tree. The robins detected the cat and not desiring to be this cat's breakfast quit the search for their meal and took to flight. They landed on the roof of the house next door. The crows began to rankle the quiescent scene by swooping warlike down at this feline creature with such cawing that the cat in all earnest- ness sped to the nearest car and hid behind the left front tire. It licked his left paw, the crows soon engaged in flight, and the sun with its morning calescence waved hello to the trees. It was seven o'clock.
A woman arose nude from the bed, entered the shower as Clark rose. He sauntered down the stairs to his kitchen noticing the sunlight mirroring off the hallway wall. He heard the ticking of the kitchen clock while he ambled to the refrigerator. From habit he reached for the raisin bran on top of his fridge. He was a raisin bran man. Some people enjoy toast and jelly; others munch on Sugar Frosted Flakes. Clark ate raisin bran, and a banana, and drank orange juice --a pedestrian breakfast but nonetheless it satisfied. Like the robins with their worms, he ate his meal.
The bran was flavorless. It may have been that Clark used skim milk instead of whole or it might have been that Clark's mind was on other things than a peaceful interlude with his spoon and bran. Whatever the case, he soon lost his appetite and with disgust poured the rest of his cereal from his bowl into the sink and with a flick of a switch turned on the garbage disposal. He watched and heard how his sink ate breakfast and wondered if his stomach ever complained when it digested some of the junk food he ate, like two-day-old pizza or pretzels and beer. He smiled. He could hear his fiancee prancing about upstairs in the bedroom, her footfalls like that of a prowling lioness. He saw her in the mirror of his mind.
The crows began anew their chorus of disharmonic cawing and a faint scuttling meow could be heard. Clark opened the refrigerator and brought out a cinnamon and raisin bagel. He wasn't hungry but ate just the same.
Clark was near the sink sipping some skim milk and munching at his bagel when he heard his wife-to-be lounging down the stairway. She was junoesque. Her hair was blonde, her eyes were an evergreen color--so deeply, serenely green that a man could believe that he was peering into emeralds when looking at them. Her nose was aquiline in shape and her mouth, oh, her mouth portrayed the sexuality of her soul, so beautiful, so mesmerizing when she smiled. Her lips educed in many men the thought of a circe's kiss, sensuous, wet and warm.
Attractive did not describe her beauty but Clark was indifferent to it. He learned that if you allow a woman to lead you she soon would depart. However, if you treat a woman with a waning indifference it made her feel insecure and the more a woman felt insecure the more she would be attracted to him and stay. He never abused any woman. Not manly. He treated them with loving indifference in a lofty and mansuetude way.
This woman, Janene was her name, came down the stairway with the lithefulness and sprightliness of youth. She was twenty-seven. She strode into the kitchen regally. She was nude and her breasts swayed musically as she approached Clark. Her hips soon slithered around Clark's trousered hips. Her smile besought the heart of his soul. Fortunately or unfortunately, Clark was not in the mood for romance. He wanted to finish his bagel and contemplate where his life was going. A man can not do that when he is near a woman who is nude, who is inviting, who is sirenely alluring, and who happens to have a figure of 38-26-35. Clark with preternatural effort and a sense of regret kissed her left breast and the hardened nipple of her right breast while gently pushing her away from him.
