"Rusty, I don't know that even that would get me to rest tonight. I'm almost tempted to take some kind of sleeping pill, but the thoughts of drugs scares me. We have so much to do to assure that everything comes out right! We have to trust Junior to do his part, we have to trust Dear Daughter to behave the way we expect, and that Doctor P won't bring home house guests." I kept walking, one arm around her now. Noticing how little she was wearing on this cool night.

"I guess I'd better take you back in; it's not much over 55 tonight and I don't want a sick Rusty on my hands." We shared a little laugh and went back into the house, and towards our bedroom. I saw Junior's light on, and stopped at the monitor to check. He was awake as well, working on his own parts of the plans, in a notebook. Drawing diagrams of the inside of the house, from the looks of it. That did much to relieve my mind: he seemed to be living up to his part of the bargain.

Rusty had been looking over my shoulder, and I picked her up and carried her to the bed. She kicked off her shoes and I stripped off the shirt and lost my own garb. We fell to the bed and fucked until we were both unconscious.