Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle
Suzan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the door close, and her daughter made a similarly relieved gesture with her eyes.
Lucas lay in his old bed, looking his old room over: the bookcase, the desk, and the bare walls painted white. He'd had no TV before he left, and there was no TV there now. He walked up to the large window. The backyard looked the same, and so did the deck. He returned to bed, battling the urge to escape the house. Before he knew it, his eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted into a fox's sleep.
It was two hours later when his sleep came to an abrupt end. He had a feeling that he was being watched.