Well, crap. My daughter came to me upset and crying because something was frustrating her, so I suggested she take a break and calm down by doing something else for a bit.
She decided to curl up next to me on the couch, where I’m trying to write. Only the laptop screen is open to sex stuff I’m writing, and, arrrgh! Had to close that document and switch to another.
She has a habit of reading over my shoulder to see what I’m writing, if given half a chance, and this was so not appropriate for her eyes, lol.