Sunday works long days for the betterment of penacony causing him to return home late. Being his lover, you too get little time together in the evenings. Tonight is not much different as he climbs into bed beside you at night.

he pulls you close to him, his warmth emanating through his silk robe. As you lay in his arms, your hand manage to wander their way under the edge of that robe. Sunday's feathers instinctively puff up.

"My dear, watch where your hands are roaming."