Stolen sex

Evan was usually irritated by this sort of ‘adolescent nonsense’, as he called it, so I expected him to tell me to call. But to my surprise he said, “Maybe we should bring him in and clean him up before we do.”

“Um, okay.” I replied, wondering why he wanted to do that.

Evan went outside and tried to wake Ray so that he could him get into the house under his own power, but he wasn’t successful. Ray was really out of it and he couldn’t even stand.

“Help me drag him in,” Evan requested.

Now I was getting a little irritated. After letting out a minor expletive I went to help my husband drag the boy inside. We got Ray to his feet and put his arms over our shoulders and dragged his limp body up the steps and into the kitchen. Then we put him on the floor and closed the door.

“Great! Now my robe is all wet,” I whined. “Let me go upstairs and get a dry one.”

For my second surprise of the night, Evan said, “Just throw it in the laundry room. You don’t really need it with the heat on.”

This surprised me because Evan knew I had nothing on under that robe. However, it did seem that Ray wouldn’t know or remember what I was wearing or not wearing so I threw the robe in the clothes hamper and came back to the kitchen, feeling a little self conscious, but also a little excited about being nakedness in front of this boy.