After dropping his 19-year-old girlfriend off at home after their date, a young man lingers at her front door. After a soft goodnight kiss, he leans casually against the wall and, with a sly smile, asks,
“Hey, do you want to, you know, fool around?”

She gasps, eyes wide. “Are you out of your mind? My parents could hear us!”

Confidently, he waves off her concern. “Relax, it’s late. Who’s going to hear anything?”

Still hesitant, she shakes her head. “But what if we get caught? Can you even imagine?”

“Come on,” he whispers. “They’re all asleep; no one will notice.”

She folds her arms, whispering sharply, “No way. It’s way too risky!”

Desperate now, he pleads, “Please, I love you so much!”

Before she can reply, the porch light flicks on.
A deep, calm voice cuts through the night:
“Well, young man,” her father says from the doorway, “why don’t you two take this conversation inside? Maybe your mother and I can help you figure out the logistics.”

The boy turns pale. The girl buries her face in her hands.

As the father steps forward, arms crossed, he adds dryly,
“And just so you know, the entire neighborhood heard you. Next time, maybe try texting.”

The young man stammers an apology and bolts for his car as the girl’s father calls out,
“Drive safe! And keep your declarations of love under 50 decibels!”

Inside, the girl can’t decide whether to laugh or hide forever.
Outside, the boy swears he’s never parking near her house again.