Home Offenses
A home invasions turns into hours of fun for the whole family. “Honey?” My wife shook me away, “I think there’s burglars downstairs.” “Huh?” I’m a deeper sleeper than her, but even in the light of the bedside clock. [4:26] I saw her bent over the foot locker. Her robe falling open, and the belt hanging on her sides, as she unlocked it. Pulling out a pair of clamshell earmuffs, and throwing them to me, she got out another pair. “How many?” I sat up, and pulled my shirts on from the side of the bed. “I don’t know, I just heard them whispering to each other at the top of the stairs.” Next, she pulled out her grampa’s Coach Gun. (Ithaca Messenger) engraved in gold on either side of the stock, broken open. She …