I woke up to the alarm, and got busy. Flipped on the computer, glanced at the Market, then took my turn at making breakfast. There was a little uneasiness on my part (jealousy, dammit; racial flaw) about how Rusty would wake Junior, but when she asked, I suggested she use her own judgement as to how to deal with it.

Breakfast was ready and I sat down to start eating. Daniel came in, smelling of sex; I invited him to sit down and eat. Rusty came out freshly showered carrying her wildcat, looking a little worried. I got up and filled her plate for her, serving it with a kiss.

After we finished, we cleaned up and checked the place to be sure we left nothing behind in the rented house. We packed quickly, and went to pick up Dan's car at the storage garage. We picked up all the stuff we needed, packed his car to the max so we could get three of us in, and headed for the Pytka Family home.

It was only about a fifteen minute drive, but it felt like a voyage to a new time zone, or across the bottom of Minnesota. When we pulled in the garage and the door closed, I let out a breath I had been holding for about the last five minutes. He and Rusty went into the house, and our revenge was about to begin.