Similar story to others:
Late one Wednesday evening the girlie and I were gettin busy in her parents basement. On Wednesday's her mother went to play Bingo at a church that was walking distance from their house. She was NEVER EVER home before 11pm. So...it's about 9:45 or so and the girlie is giving me a glorious MONICA. I mean she's just going at it while I'm sitting straight up on the couch. She was SOOO cool she even let me watch ESPN while she was swallowing the sword.
Low and behold the external basement door flies open and all of the sudden I'm looking right at her mother while the girlie is still pounding away. *tap on the shoulder & Uh...Jules...we have company*
Her Mom walks right past us in a huff...up the stairs and slams the door.
About 5 minutes later she called for Julie to come upstairs. The next five to ten minutes were excrutiatingly long. Her mother called down and invited me to come upstairs where she just said "Good night kjroh".
I left without really saying much of anything. Needless to say it took a couple of months before I was allowed back in the house. We were never left unsupervised again which totally sucked (no pun intended).