Seven years ago,
Jamie held Siggy down on his bedroom floor in front of a shelf full of gold medals and trophies. He raised his hips, then pressed them between her thighs. She grinned at him and traced lines down his neck.
"Okay, in this position, make sure you lock your feet on my back," said Jamie. "Don't let your legs get loose unless you know what you're doing."
"Like this?" Siggy wrapped her limbs around him, then tugged down the front of her sleeveless blouse, showing him her bra.
He gave her a half smile, kissed both of her breasts, and pulled up her blouse to cover them.
"Excuse me." A tall woman with short red hair entered the room.
Jamie looked up at her. His body remained on Siggy's.
"Yes, Mother?"
"Do I need to say it?" Mrs. Hackett spoke in a firm voice.
Jamie knew
