So, the seven year old Goddess climbed into my lap after a long day of frolic in the summer meadow, after a hearty meal of Her favorite foods, and after a short, hot bath that Mommy gave Her.

There, but 10 feet before us, was a large screen TV with some Disney movie playing that fascinated young Goddess. My copious lap splayed before Her bade Her to catapult into it, spin recklessly about to settle comfortably facing said TV. A squirm or two here, a snuggle there, and finally, a luxurious relaxing repose of Goddess graced my countenance as I stared at Her from slightly above Her moist hair.

Her breathing slowed as Her attention focused on the antics of the Disney characters. Her hand grasped my arm and pulled is across Her chest as She wanted a semi-hug. I hugged.

Idly at first, then slowly developing into a vigorous motion, Goddess' free hand began to pleasure Herself. And my heart began pounding.

STOP!

That's illegal! That's immoral! You're hurting that poor child. You should be dragged through the slime and the mud. You should be thrown in jail. You should be killed and killed often.

Uh....

Why?