After an hour of tossing and turning, I glanced at the clock. It was past midnight. I saw the light under the door go out, and I knew the girls must finally be getting to sleep. I lay quietly and listened to the adjoining room, waiting for sounds. I didn't have to wait long. Soon there was giggling and talking, but I couldn't hear well.
I climbed up and gently put my ear the wall. I heard the sound of moaning. It was my daughter's voice. I wanted to hear better, so I made an excuse to get a glass of water. Out in the living room, I saw the door to the girls' room was almost closed, with the light on. The sounds were easily coming through now.
I stepped toward it, cursing at a squeaky piece of floorboard, and peered through the narrow crack in the door. My daughter was on her back with he
