Maybe it was my imagination but the male in me couldn't help but notice her breasts pressing into my chest. They were small, accommodating her small frame, but very firm. I could also tell that she wasn't wearing a bra under her nightgown. Shaking off the thoughts, I silently admonished myself and gently set her down so she could stand (at her request).

"Okay," she began instructing me, "Hold me steady please." I held her under her arms while she began pulling up her gown. I tried to look away but Zoe would start to wobble to slip and it would draw my attention back. So it was beyond my...