"I think we should call first," Howard Monroe had said for the umpteenth time that night.
"Don't be ridiculous," Nancy Monroe scoffed, "I'm sure they're at work."
They stepped off the elevator when the doors opened. Nancy pulled her carry on behind her as did Howard and Carrie Monroe.
"I'm impressed," Carrie said, "A city kid is pumpin' out country music." The low bass of guitars and drums could be heard echoing through the halls.
"Must be the babysitter playing the music to loud," Nancy commented, when she realized it was coming from her daughter's apartment. "I'll have to talk to her about that. Lucy cannot possible sleep through that racket."
When they got outside the door they were looking for, Nancy put the key in the lock and opened the door.
"Come for me baby," they heard Danny say huskily in Lindsay's ear.
As if on command, she tried holding back her scream by burying her face in his neck and biting his shoulder.
She was in complete horror when she saw her daughter and son in law naked. She actually couldn't say a word.
Turning his back to the naked couple in respect, Howard said, "I told you we should have called."
Lindsay's eyes shot open, and Danny turned his head to the voice, "Fuck!" Standing up as quickly as he could, making sure Lindsay's legs were secure around his waist, he hauled bare assed and all to their bedroom.
Carrie couldn't help but laugh, admiring Danny's finally toned backside, as well as the scar that was now a permanent part of his flesh. "Damn, he sure does have a fine ass."