On a lovely spring Sunday, Chad thought it would be a nice morning to go for a walk. The park near his house had a mile-long footpath that wound around the perimeter, partly out in the open, partly winding through a thick patch of trees on either end. Three to five loops around the park was a good way to exercise and clear his head when he was feeling restless.
Despite the healing effects of Sex Magic making exercise almost obsolete, plenty of people still enjoyed going out for a walk or a jog or to bike on such a fine day. It was early morning, but there were already a few dozen people on the path. Chad tried not to linger his gaze too long on the toned legs and bouncing breasts of the women jogging by. You never knew how a Sex Mage might react to such attentions.
