Jasmine and I sit quietly in the car, cuddled in each other's arms as we wait for the garage door to open. About twenty minutes after they've finished in the bedroom, I see light under the door and it slowly starts to rise.
"Gotta go," I say, giving Jasmine a quick peck on the cheek. I slip out of the car, scurry across the neighbor's yard and flatten myself against the side of Stephanie's garage. I repeat my maneuver from the other night and retrieve the camera without incident. Fortunately the back door isn't chained and I slip out and we're on our way before Stephanie returns.
"Do you want to come over for a while," I ask Jasmine.
"Not tonight, Mike," she says. "This whole thing is kind of disgusting. I want to take a shower and go to bed."
"I didn't think the whole night was disgus
