Later that evening, we picked a movie we had both seen a half dozen times. I made a cocktail and Dahlia changed into her sleepwear. She came downstairs and settled into her usual spot on the couch to start the show. Although it was a favorite of ours, I had a hard time concentrating. After about a half an hour, Dahlia pressed pause. "Uncle Amias? Do you really want to watch a movie?" She asked sort of shyly.
"Honestly... Not even a little bit," I said. Then in the most innocent voice an old pervert like me could come up with, I added, "But what else is there we could do before bed?"
She put down the remote and crawled to my side of the couch. "Well, there is this." Her lips came up to mine and softly kissed. "Or this." Her lips moved to my throat and kissed and licked for a bit. "Or even
