The only thing I really need to do is visit Birgit. I have something to leave with her. Otherwise, I don’t have anything specific. You and I do need... to talk.”“Have you figured things out?” she asked softly.“I’ve figured out a lot,” I said. “About me, about Birgit, about you.”“Good. Did you want breakfast now? We can go see Birgit once we eat, if you want.”“Sure! That’s a great idea.”We had a typical breakfast of filmjölk, cornflakes, bread, butter, and cheese. I had a couple of cups of coffee. She was still angry about being spied on.According to the news, the surveillance photos were sent in by Brandon Fitzsimmons. Brandon was the previous owner of our house, but I took it from him and made his wife, Desiree, our sex slave. Now, he was causing all sorts of problems. Last week he tipped off the FBI, and this week the media. I just spoke to Sheriff Erkhart, and there should be an BOLO for Brandon's arrest by now. I wanted him found and punished for the headaches he was causing. We weren't noticed as we approached, so the muggers were startled when Billy waded in on the attack.He attacked the largest mugger with a kick at the knee which broke it with that first blow. That mugger was down and out of the fight before he knew what hit him. Billy moved on to the next man with a blow with his fist to the elbow with the knife. The joint cracked, and the knife was dropped. A sharp thump over the right ear knocked out the mugger, and that left only one to deal with.The third. "Robyn: "I am thanks for asking. I’m calling to invite you to dinner this coming Friday. You and my family can meet. Well, my father and grandmother. Would six pm be okay?"What the hell happened? We’re done for or maybe just me. Yet, why invite me to dinner if that was the case. Robyn just told me this afternoon she had to lay low for a while, but now this. Perhaps, hopefully, it will mean we can openly date after. Well, four days of not seeing her are manageable.Matt: "Robyn, I’d be.