"Kristy! Oh my god, you saw us? How...how long did you watch us?"

I looked at my daughter shocked wondering how much she saw. She must have opened the door, she must have peeked in! But why?

"Just a few minute...I mean moments," She corrected herself quickly.

I had the feeling that she really meant to say minutes. She looked down at her feet, perhaps embarrassed at what she did. She looked sad, like how she used to look when she was younger and was being punished for something she did wrong. I didn't want her to feel that way; I didn't want her to think that having sex was...