Hank slips into Gary's bedroom

Bernie raised her head from Gary's shoulder at the sound of his bedroom door opening.

A smile bloomed on her face. The pale light of early morning showed Gary's father Hank. He wore a light robe that didn't hide a serious case of morning wood. Hank raised a finger to his lips.

Bernie curled her fingers to beckon him closer.

Hank closed the door softly and walked across the carpet to Bernie's side of the bed, kneeling down to whisper, "What did you think about last night?"

"I'm so glad I heard you and Gary," Bernie whispered. "I want to see you together. What Lil saw. Wait in the hall. I'll ask him."

Hank nodded. He slipped out the door and waited where Bernie had stood last night, listening.

"Gary, sweetheart, wake up," Bernie said.

"Hmm?"

"I have a question."