Dad said, “I’m concerned for her safety in that condition. Sometimes she gets all the way downstairs before I chase her down and guide her back to bed. I’ve been thinking that I should tell her or wake her in one of her episodes. They seem to be getting more frequent and I have no idea what she does during the day if she takes a nap.” I knew that Mom had sleepwalking sessions during the day. The troubling part to me was why did she want to engage in sex with whomever interrupted her. Dad quizzed me again about whether I had seen her sleepwalking. I knew he was trying to find out if I had seen them having sex in the hallway or even right beside my bed. I lied and said that I hadn’t noticed anything.
The conversation stopped, while the waiters delivered our meals and when they left, Dad continued, “I think she should see a specialist. I have no idea where to look. I could have Sylvia research it and get me a name but it’s kind of embarrassing and personal. I was wondering if you could find a specialist in the area. You’re pretty good on a computer. Everything is on the web these days.”
I nodded and swallowed a bite of my meal and said, “Sure Dad. I can do that for you. You know that getting her to see a specialist will be a problem.” He nodded as he pulled his fork from his lips. “I agree that she should see someone. You should tell her what she is doing. It sounds dangerous; just going up and down stairs in her sleep. What does she do downstairs anyway?”
Dad’s face flushed a little and he took a long sip on his scotch and held up his glass to the waiter across the room to order another. He cleared his throat and ummed a couple times as he considered how to answer my question. Then he said, “Well, the furthest she has got before I caught up with her was at the twin’s bedroom door. She was just standing there facing their door. She didn’t attempt to open it. She was just standing there. I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned to me and then she ‘umm’, well… She ‘umm’. I guided her back upstairs and back into bed. I don’t think he even realized that he was squirming in his seat.
I smiled as I knew what all the ‘umm’s’ and hesitations were about. He certainly wasn’t going to tell me that she dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob in the dark hallway or fucked him leaning against the wall. The last thing I wanted to do was tell him I knew and had witnessed it several times. I said, “I’ll research it and get a list of names and phone numbers for you.”
We finished our lunch, talking about the twin’s party and I had to be very careful there as well as I explained that I was told to stay away by Mom and the twins. Then, to my surprise, Dad brought up the twin’s new micro-bikinis. He said, “Those new bathing suits the twins were wearing yesterday are barely suitable for the back yard. I’m sure your mother bought them for them. I hope they weren’t wearing them when they went to the beach last week.” He had a far away look on his face and I could imagine that he was visualizing the girls in those bikinis in his mind. I know I was and I had that familiar sensation in my groin. Dad squirmed in his chair again and then quickly changed the subject to work.