"Twas A Dream"

"Twas a dream, father," She speaks in a sure calm voice.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard footsteps."

"I'm quite sure, would you like me to make you a glass of warm milk?"

"No, darling," The voice outside the door replies. "I've got to run out to the privvy anyway. You're sure you're alright?"

"I've never felt better."

You silently sigh in relief as you hear heavy boots plod down stairs. Now would be an excellent time to make your escape. You look to the window, dawn is still hours away and you could be miles away by sunrise.

You look back to the bed and see that the girl is back asleep (so it seems) with her body positioned in a near erotic way.