He’d had a pleasant night of erotic dreams featuring Marissa, his ice princess. A part of him wished he could go over there right now and wake her up and show her how much she affected him. However, the boys probably wanted breakfast. So much for morning nookie. He threw on a pair of track pants and wandered downstairs. “Morning, you little rascals,” he called out to them. “Morning,” they sang back, not once turning from the antics of Phineas and Ferb on the screen. Dirk got the coffeepot going and then wandered out onto the front porch to get his Sunday paper. Bending over to grab it, he caught a glimpse of a person ducking down out of sight in a dark Cadillac across the street. What the hell? He went back into the house, shut the front door, and then stepped to the side so he could peer through the side glass at the car across the road.
