EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
I wasn't hurting anyone.
I grabbed the laptop from the nightstand, top-of-the-line, of course and plugged it in, settling onto the edge of the bed. The screen flickered to life, and I clicked the only file on there. A video popped up, grainy at first, like old camcorder footage.
It was them. Katherine and George, younger, college kids, maybe, laughing in a cramped dorm room. She was in a tiny tank top, no bra, nipples poking through as she pushed him onto the bed.