The hot water soothed Ethan's travel-weary muscles, and as soon as he got out of the bath, his mind wandered to mischief. His mother's cherry kiss and her feminine breath had turned him on enormously.
Slipping into Athena or Beatrix's bed sounded tempting. He could grope them like he did in the wild. The boy imagined the Amazon's ample body or the witch's petite form under him.
But when Ethan tried their doors later, they were locked. Not only that, but Beatrix had warded the entrance with magical barriers. "Smart girls," he thought with a chuckle. "Otherwise, any random creep could wander into your bedroom and take advantage of you."
Ethan had to go for his last resort, even though it was early to cross this line. He slipped into Velma's bedroom under the cover of night. The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the curtains.
