"Dad? WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" She screamed, and I followed her eyes, finally seeing what had her so riled. The top of her father's head was visible to me, just above the edge of the mattress.

"I can't believe you're SPYING on me! MY OWN FATHER. AND MY BEST FRIEND." Amie continued her tirade, still getting no answer.

Shit. The new roll-out bed, nearly two feet below our raised mattress. I sat up, pulling Amie's hips close, staying buried inside her, and preventing her from doing anything rash. I leaned back on one arm and took a look for myself. Ron and Beth were huddled together,...