Harold caught his breath. "I guess that would be the best thing to do. Even though you're doing the right thing now, you shouldn't get the impression it's easy to get away with bad things."

Harold walked into the family room and sat down on the ottoman. Heather was right behind him and as soon as he was seated, she leaned over and laid across his lap, her rear end positioned just over his right leg. She reached back and pulled her nightshirt down to cover her panties, but it just barely managed that.

Harold rested his left hand on her back, and tried to ignore the feeling of her...