"Honey, I'm home!" he called out.

Susan Harris entered the hallway, a bright smile on her face as she greeted her husband.

"Dinner's just about ready, dear," she said.

Susan wrapped her arms around Richard's neck. He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her up against him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their crotches rubbing against each other.

"So how was your day?" she asked as they broke apart.

"Good. Very productive."

"That's nice, dear." She broke her embrace with her husband. "Well, I'd better finish getting dinner on."

"It smells wonderful! What are we having?"

"Pot roast and baked potatoes and cooked carrots."

"Sounds delicious. I can't wait."

The couple walked into the dining room arm in arm, then Susan went into the kitchen while Richard sat down in his chair at the head of the table.

"David, it's your turn to set the table," Susan called out from the kitchen.

"Okay, Mom!" their son's voice called back from the living room.

A moment later David Harris entered the dining room. At 15 years old, he was the spitting image of his father - just over 6 feet tall, well-built and muscular, with short, dark brown hair. Both outgoing and very good-looking, he was very popular with the girls at school. He excelled at track & field and cross-country running, and was also on the basketball team. ......(cont)