Stolen sex

We lay there 10 to 15 minutes when the dog started barking. Evan was determined to ignore it, but I insisted that he get up and check to see what was going on outside.

He went to the window. “Gretchen is barking toward the carport, but I can’t see what she’s barking at. I’ll go downstairs and peek out the kitchen door,” he said.

Evan went downstairs to check outside and I went to the bathroom to clean-up a bit.

After a moment, Evan, in a loud whisper so as to not wake the kids, called upstairs, “Honey you gotta see this.”

“What is it?” I whispered back.

“It’s Ray. He’s laying out cold on the car port floor!” Evan reported.

Ray is the 18 year old neighbor kid. It wasn’t unusual for Ray to be drunk and out cold, but it was unusual to find him in our car port. To compound the problem it had rained earlier that night so he would also be lying in a big puddle of water.

“What do we do?” Evan asked.

“I guess we call his mother. She can come over and get him out of the water at least,” was the best thing I could think of.