I tiptoe into the house, cursing the creaking door as I ease it shut.
"... stop."
I freeze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest at the prospect of being caught.
"Don't stop...."
My eyes widen, my ears sending confusing mixed signals to my brain. Should I stop or don't stop?
"Ahh..."
Huh?
"Lower your voice, babe, you'll wake up the kids." Dad whispers.
Wait, is that- are they??
"How can I, when you're hitting all the right places... I told you we should have gone in the woods."
What woods? As in where I had been just a few minutes ago? Sh*t!
Wait, hold up, why am I even listening? Eww.
I'm at a loss for words as I stare at the stairs with a scrunched-up nose.
I can't go back out, especially not naked like this, and I can't go upstairs to fetch my clothes because I'll be plun
