When I drove home at the end of the week, I noticed one of the windows in the garage had been broken and the door from the garage to the house was wide open. I knew there was a possibility that someone was still in the house, so I backed out of the driveway and drove down the street to a neighbor’s house and called the police.
When the cops arrived, they checked the house and it was empty. I answered all of their questions and inventoried all our belongings so I could tell them what had been taken, and they were very nice and promised to keep an eye on the house and to get the report filed quickly. As soon as they were gone, I called one of my neighbors, Adam, who works as a contractor. He’s been friends with me since I moved into my house, so I knew he wouldn’t mind stopping by to patch up the window and change a few locks for me that night, even though it was well after business hours.
Adam’s a nice guy and immediately voiced his concern about my being home alone when my house had just been broken into. He asked if I wanted to come stay at his house with him and his wife, but I told him I’d be fine at home. He didn’t think that was a good idea, so he called his wife, Beth, and told her he was going to stay with me for the night. He’s six feet tall, muscular and very attractive, so I didn’t mind the extra company one bit.
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