Check out the noise

"I'm going to check that out," you tell Liz.

"Uh, okay," she says. "Don't forget your panties. Or your pants."

"Oh, right," you say. You hop of the dryer and nearly fall off your feet right away. Your legs are jelly from the vibration of the dryer and from Liz's cunnilingus. She helps you stay standing and helps you get your clothes back on and sends you upstairs with a kiss on the top of your head.

Your mind is still spinning from what just happened and from the sound you heard upstairs. Is that Mr. Fowler, home early? What would he do if he caught me with his wife's face between his legs? Another thought, maybe more unpleasant, pops into your head. What if it's Emily? Could she hear what we were doing?

You open the door and find that your fear was correct. Emily is sitting at the kitchen table, pouring herself from tea. She's trying to look casual, but she knows something's up. "Hey," you blurt out. Your voice cracks. "What's up?"

"Just hangin' out," she says, her voice a little shaky. "How 'bout you?"

"Weren't you supposed to go see Jack?" you ask, ignoring her question for fear of the answer.

"I wanted to wait until you were done," she says. "To see if you wanted to come with me."

"Oh," you say. You're torn. You want to hang out with Emily, but you want to spend more time with Liz, too.

"Did you fuck my mom?" Emily says, more of a yell than a question.