Hank teases Veevee into looking

Hank and Veevee stood on the dark driveway in front of their house, tired from their trip home. Their rolling suitcases stood beside the door, but they were looking off to one side at the Super Surf Van Gary had been car-sitting for his friend Stuart, which was rocking slightly but rhythmically on its wheels.

Hank smiled at Veevee in the darkness and put a hand on her shoulder. "Gary and Bernie, I bet. Kind of like when we were getting to know each other," he said.

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

"Can't fool you," Hank said. He squeezed her butt. He was actually picturing a double-date with their son Gary, his girlfriend Bernie, their daughter Lil, and some nice new fellow having gone way beyond kissing and touching. He squinted to see if there was more than one rhythm to the rocking.

Veevee put her hand on the front of Hank's pants. "Let's go in," she said.

Hank stalled, figuring his wife just needed an excuse to look. She loved watching sex, especially anything unusual, and on their cruise, she had reported to Hank on the antics of several couples she had observed on the sly.

"You know, it might not be Gary and Bernie at all," Hank teased. "Maybe Stuart is back, and he's got one of those cute young fellows in there with him, or a couple of those tough little surf chicks. Wouldn't you feel bad if you didn't even peek?"

Hank felt Veevee's butt quiver. She'd taken the bait.

"I guess I should check if everything's OK," said Veevee. She walked over to the back window, which was shaded from the driveway lights, so she didn't cast a shadow across it. She looked. She moved her head a little and put her hands on her hips.

Hank wondered if she could see anything at all.

Veevee turned round with a smile big enough to see in the dark, and motioned for to Hank to come and look.