I'm making love to Howard. It is pleasant. Then he turns and presents his butt so I can lick his penis. I'm not thrilled, but everything else is so pleasant, I guess I can accommodate him. Then I say, "Wait, I hear Mom." I look and see that the bedroom door is opened. I get up and close it. I see the M City house stairs. The door is the same as my parents' M City house bedroom door. My mother is going up and down the stairs, carrying laundry. She's cleaning house. I get back in bed with Howard, but the mood is broken. His penis is flaccid. We agree to wait until later. There is a feeling of disappointment coupled with anticipation of later.