It was late. The need to piss woke me from a sound sleep. As soon as I finished, a sixth sense told me to check on the kids. To this day I wonder if the decision to do so was a good one or a bad one.
Given the hour, I was surprised to see the faint glow from the living room television as soon as I glanced toward the foot of our staircase. Without much suspicion, I made my way down figuring one of the kids had fallen asleep on the couch while watching it. I wasn’t being sneaky, just quiet so I wouldn’t disturb anyone sleeping peacefully. Halfway down the stairs, I heard soft moaning. Female moaning. I wondered briefly if my son would be brave enough to watch porn on the family television, but then I heard a male voice between the breathy sighs say, “Gabby, shh.”