Beware of Your Daughter

My wife was wearing a sexy nightgown, her face flushed and radiant.

I pulled her into my arms, and her cheeks turned crimson.

Just as we were about to take things further,

the bedroom door opened a tiny crack.

I sensed someone watching us.

I looked up sharply at the door and met a pair of lecherous eyes.

The gaze was strange, fixed on my wife.

“Who’s there?”

I quickly got up to check, but the eyes were gone.

I asked my wife if she’d seen anyone outside the door just now.

She shook her head, looking puzzled. “Our daughter went to sleep ages ago. There can’t be anyone out there!”