He was disappointed the weekend was over. It was one of his best weekends in a long time. Even with everything that happened Saturday night, he still had a great time. There had been no signs that anyone had been in Stacy’s house. She’d been extremely embarrassed by it all. The officers were very nice about the whole thing and assured Stacy that it was always good to err on the side of caution. They laughed about it as they got back in bed. Dustin told her that she’d probably been dreaming and it blended with reality. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” she told him. They wanted to sleep in, but Stacy was watching his niece the next morning at ten. Sunday morning he’d woken Stacy up bright and early at seven by kissing his way down her body. They’d made love, ate a quick breakfast, and then showered. He’d brought a bag with him, but had left it in his truck so he had clean clothes to change into. Stacy asked him to come with her to babysit. Dustin had agreed without even thinking about it.
