Thump. Thump. Thump.
The sound of heavy footsteps coming down the wooden stairs echoed through the silent living room.
Violet was currently standing behind the big, fluffy couch. She was pretending to watch the news on the T.V., but her eyes weren't really watching the screen. Her ears were focused entirely on the stairs.
The moment she heard him coming down, she became wary suddenly. She turned into a nervous cat! Her heart started to race. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
She quickly looked down at her own body. She checked her attire frantically. She was wearing a long, boring dress with a high collar, and she had an apron on top of it. It was modest and all. It covered every inch of her skin. It was the ultimate "Mom Outfit."
'Okay,' she thought, breathing fast. 'I am covered. I am safe. There is nothing for him to look at.'
But despite the armor, her mind was racing with dirty scenarios.
