We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we didn’t expect to be home until after midnight.

Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, neither Heather nor her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We hesitated. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the entertainment.

Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly, reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand again.