Jim smiled. All that evening, he had pretended nothing had happened that afternoon and smiled, took care of Stephen's usual chores, and even was a bit nicer to Amanda and Miranda than usual, which would've earned him a questionable look or two from Andrea. Even Andrea, though, was silent and every time their eyes caught each others, she would look away and blush a bit. Jim had taken every opportunity to brush his hand on her ass, to press himself closely to her, and even had been bold enough to get a feel. Andrea's pulse was racing and she had looked a bit irritated...but only slightly.

Jim looked up from the books on Stephen's desk as the sound of footsteps stopped at the doorway....