Georgia's parents Bill and Alice.

"Aieeeeeee! Ooh, yes, Georgia, yes!"

Bill Washington looked up from his newspaper. As the sounds of his daughter's sleepover guest singing out her pleasure continued, he was tempted to roll up his paper, rap on the door, and tell her to keep it down.

But his wife caught his eyes. Her open face had a broad smile. She put a finger to her full lips and winked. She mouthed the word, "Payback."

Bill put his head in his hands. Alice was right, it was simply justice. When he and Alice had been in college and in love, they had made their passion known for blocks. He should be proud that their daughter Georgia could make her lover scream with pleasure just like he used to do to Alice. And still did, sometimes. He raised his head and smiled back at his wife.

Alice offered her hand, and he rose from the table to join her. She embraced him in a slow-dance pose, and to the music of the joyful cries of their daughter's lover, they danced together on the kitchen floor.

"Wonder what's happening in there?" Bill murmured.

"I can tell exactly," Alice said. "Georgia hasn't said a word. And Aimee's very descriptive between the 'ooh', 'ah', 'yeah'. Her bare little baby-scoop butt is sitting on Georgia's face."

"Hmm," Bill murmured. "How long you think they'll be in there?"

"Could be a while," Alice said. She rested her chin on her husband's shoulder.

Aimee's voice rose again.

"Can't read the paper," Bill said. "Got any other ideas?"

Alice laughed softly. "One or two," she said. "C'mon, tiger," she said.

Alice led her husband by the hand out of the kitchen and into the hall with Georgia's bedroom door.