Leo disappears behind the door of the guest bedroom and I follow the sound of my loud family so I can inform that we're on our way out.
"And this is the same boy you let into your daughter's room?" I hear my Aunt Hen's voice lower as I approach the kitchen.
"Yes but at the time he was much less frightening. He didn't have all these tattoos and muscle." Mom says in a hushed tones as well.
Ignoring my Gran's scoldings ringing in my head I hide behind the pillar to listen in on their conversation.
"I wonder how much it hurt getting those tattoos on his neck." I hear Eric chime in.
"Probably a lot. Do you think they got out of the jacuzzi?" Momma asks.
Aunt Hen giggles, "I doubt it. They're probably still going at it."
"Hen!" Mom scolds and I hear a slapping sound.
"What?" Aunt Hen yelps, "I'm not kidding, you should've seen them earlier in the formal dining room. They were eating each other's faces off while he was fondling her boobs."