Home again, home again. But who's rocking the van?

Veevee came out of the airport restroom and walked to Hank, looking a little pink-faced.

"Our plane's about to board," Hank said. "Now's the time to volunteer to stay over," he said. "They're a little overbooked."

"Oh dear," she said. "I'd hoped we'd have a little more time here. But let's just go home."

"Let's do it, then," Hank said.

On board the plane, Veevee whispered to Hank why she'd hoped to have more time. That in the women's room, after Veevee had fingered herself to a quick orgasm, she had heard a woman in the stall next to her masturbating. Looking under the door, she saw the woman rubbing her foot against the foot of the woman in the next stall, who she could also hear quietly rubbing her pussy. "I think the first woman was our flight attendant," Veevee whispered. "I think the other woman was that black lady jazz singer! I had no idea! I wish I'd had time to go back in."

Hank chuckled. "She must not have been as asleep as we thought while we were playing footsie under the blanket," he whispered back. "Too bad we weren't delayed."

After the short plane ride, a brief wait at the luggage carousel, and a taxi ride, Hank and Veevee were getting out of a taxicab in front of their house. The driver helped them unload their luggage. Hank tipped the driver and waved him on his way. He and Veevee rolled their big suitcases up the curved driveway toward their house.

"Wonder if anyone's up?" Hank said.

"Maybe," Veevee said. "Lil and Gary like to stay up, and with us away... Looks like there's a light on."

The Super Surf Van Gary had been car-sitting was parked to the side of the house. Veevee glanced at it, then clutched Hank's arm in surprise.

"What?" he asked.

She looked again, relaxed her hand, and giggled. "Look," she said.

The van was moving up and down, slightly but rhythmically. The windows were fogged with condensation.

Hank thought he could hear music faintly coming from inside. "I guess Gary and Bernie felt they needed some extra privacy," he said. He smiled at Veevee in the darkness and put a hand on her shoulder.

Veevee took his hand and put it on her butt. "I know what you're thinking about," she said. "Don't try to pretend it's cute and romantic."

"Can't fool you," Hank said. He squeezed her butt, picturing his son Gary and his girlfriend rocking the van with an energetic fuck.

"Don't even try," Veevee said. "No, on second thought, do. It's more fun that way."

"I'm tempted to look," said Hank.

"They won't thank you," said Veevee. "Let's just go in."