We heard a quick footstep down the stairs before he could speak, causing Klark to come to a halt.

"Oh my goodness! Marga!" Klea greeted me with a squeal and a hug.

I almost fell if it hadn't been for the fact that I had just touched Klark's back. Klark frowned and sighed in response to his sister's surprise.

"K-Klea? When did you get here?" As we let go of each other's arms, I inquired.

Because of its sly eyes, it appears to be just waking up. Her whiteness was accentuated further by her wearing a black nightgown. I can almost feel the shape of that lovely body curve. Even...