Oh no, I thought in a frenzied, panicked state of mind when I realized who the voice belonged to. This couldn’t be good. What was he doing here?

“Daddy?”

The yelling at last began to subside as the childlike voice inched closer and closer to us.

“Hurry up!” I mouthed to Christian, as we both instinctively knew who it was, simultaneously. Ze’ev.

And how utterly humiliating would it be if Ze’ev caught us making ...