Dangit, Melissa thought to herself, I walked out without my fucking phone.
It was one of those Monday mornings for Melissa. She was going to have to drive all the way back home to get her phone. It was a little after ten-thirty so at least the rush hour traffic would have died down. Melissa was a forty-four year old, recently divorced mother, whose daughter was home from college for the summer. Melissa imagined that Katie would probably sleep until noon, so she’d just slip in, grab her phone and not disturb her.
When Melissa got home she quietly went up to her bedroom, grabbed the phone from the charger on the nightstand, and was about to head back out when she heard some soft moaning from Katie’s room. Melissa tip-toed a little closer to the door and heard the unmistakable sounds of sexual pleasure.