From my perspective, it was my mother. I was listening to Momma and Poppa in bed like I'd done many times before. Momma lay quiet, as usual, while Poppa snorted and squeaked springs in denial of his avbsolute failure in life. But this time everything went quiet for a few moments/. Then I heard Momma whimper "John! No, John, no!! Don't, please!" and I heard the comforter rustling violently. Poppa said "Shut up! Shhhhhhh! Easy, bitch....That's it!" Then violent squeakings and Momma cooed "Ow-ow-ow" in time with the squeaks. Poppa said "Yeah, bitch....Yeah...." <---Myself, Momma und Poppa--->, Years