Nobody in Gary's room, but...

Rashida smiled and nodded as they made their way past Gary's room. She moved with more of a spring in her step after catching a glimpse of Hank's daughter Lil getting eaten out by another young woman. Hank quickened his pace to match hers. Gary's door was open to an empty room, a little cluttered and messy, with the bedcovers disarranged.

Hank and Rashida looked at each other. Hank shrugged and nodded down the upstairs hallway toward the master bedroom at the far end.

They walked past the utility alcove for the laundry and the upstairs linen and vacuum cleaner closet. The soft, thick carpet absorbed the noise of their footsteps.

The door to the master bedroom was ajar. As they approached, they heard sounds that grew more definite and clear, in a rhythm familiar to both of them.

"Well, well," Rashida whispered to Hank. "Who's been fucking in mommy and daddy's bed?" She ran one hand up and down the back of his shirt. When he didn't pull away, she stroked her other hand over the front of his pants, sliding her fingertips over the outline of Hank's stiffly erect penis. "Mm, mm," she murmured in Hank's ear.

They stood in the hallway outside Hank and Veevee's bedroom, listening to the rhythmic moans and dull slapping of skin on skin that testified to an act of sexual intercourse in full swing. Rashida rested her head on Hank's shoulder and kept gently stroking his erection from outside his pants.

"Well," Rashida whispered. "Should we look, or should we take this party back to the garage?"