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INT. HOME – Sunday, 2pm


Master bedroom. Warm. A reddish hue from the sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains.


JACK & JILL, late 20s, are naked on the bed, in the middle of love-making.


JILL

I want to try going on top. We’ve never done it before.


JACK

(panting)

Okay.


They change positions. Jill gingerly lowers herself onto Jack’s penis, while he holds its base and puts a steadying hand on her hip. They start moving together very slowly, to avoid pain for either of them.


There is a sudden knocking at the living room’s French doors and a murmur of several voices from just outside the house.


JACK

Who’s that?!


JILL

Don’t worry about it. Just keep quiet a minute and they’ll go away.


Small bare feet run quickly down the hallway outside the master bedroom. Jack and Jill look at each other with horrified eyes. A childish voice calls joyfully, “Ganpa!” Sounds of the squeaky French door handle being turned.


JILL

(groans in frustration)


Voices of greeting and sounds of entry come from the living room. The tiny footsteps return to the hallway and a small but strong rapping begins on the door of the master bedroom.


JILL carefully eases herself off her husband’s member.


CHILD

Mama! Papa! Ganpa and Nanna and Gate-Ganma are here! … Mama?


JACK looks apologetically at JILL, gets off the bed, puts on his clothing, tucking his penis in as well as he can and blousing his shirt over top.


JACK

(whispers)

I’d better go.


JILL lies on the bed, knowing that her face is flushed from the sex. How can she go out and face her relatives? Why didn’t they call ahead!?


JILL waits a few minutes, then dresses and walks out to the living room looking as bleary as possible.


JILL

Hello, everyone. This is a surprise. We were just having a nap.


END SCENE

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