Like slime the banana?” My father wiggles his eyebrows with a suggestive expression. I choke on my old-fashioned. “Jesus, Dad.” “Check the oil,” my mother adds. “Feed the kitty? Knocking boots? Bumping uglies?” I glare at Nova. “The last thing I need to think about is all the euphemisms my family can come up with for having sex.” “The no-pants dance? Two-person push-ups? Stuff the taco?” My sister is thoroughly enjoying herself now. “Test the humidity?” my father barks out. “Burping the worm in the mole hole?”
