Chapter 2

The real reason Billie won’t force his hand to get our children out of the house is he still hopes something’s going to happen. After 4 years in the same house with the same desires, it’s clear they aren’t going to jump into our bed to join us. It’s better to have them get jobs and live in their own apartments, since we wouldn’t have to wait for weekends to do what we enjoy most.

With my kids, there are two types of silence. The kind where music gets out from their rooms and leaving each other alone after fighting, and then there’s this kind of silence. No sounds at all, which means they’re plotting something from one of their bedrooms. They’re adults, which means they can plot anything they wish.

Most times it’s about sneaking out to parties. Again, they’re adults. They don’t need to sneak out to parties. They want to go to a party, they don’t need to plot anything.

There’s one reason for me to be concerned about their plotting. The last time it happened involved Billie’s single malt. He was furious when they had their own private party and finished off the bottle. Billie almost through them both out that night. At $500 a bottle, I’m surprised they’re still here.

I sneak down the hall as carpet cushions my steps and hear muffled noises coming from his room. Noises, not voices as I expected. Pressing my ear to the door to confirm the types of noises I’m hearing gets me a little excited. Sighs and moans come across, but they’re almost missed from just how muffled they are.

There’s only one explanation for those noises, at least there shouldn’t be anything else behind them. I reach into my pocket to grab my phone and start recording as my free hand carefully turns the knob. Muffled sounds remain muffled as the door opens without so much as a creaking hinge.

The scent of air freshener lingers as it always does. There’s something that’s never been quite right about a teenage boys room smelling this way. It should smell of all those scents that make it his room, but it hasn’t in a great many years.

They’re standing in the middle of his room kissing each other with a great deal of passion and muffled pleasure. Tongue’s fight with closed eyes, at least his are closed and I’m assuming hers are as well. Her long, brown hair, normally tied back tight, is flowing freely around her, and I’m getting it all on video.

Her narrow fingers press against his bulging pants as his squeeze her cheeks. Neither are naked, which is a shame. This would make for a much better video if they were. I’m wondering just how far they’re going to go and won’t do anything to reveal myself as I get a good closeup of his tongue in her mouth.

I wonder how long this has been going on, since the kiss isn’t anything other than knowing each other in an intimate way. They’re hands move almost in unison as both squeeze for the other’s pleasure. Moans become a little more intense as a little sweat drips down his forehead. I’m panning down to catch their hands in action, since Billie’s going to enjoy seeing it later.