Go see Emily's mom, Liz

"I'll be back in a second," you say. "I need something to drink."

"Sure," Emily says, looking maybe a little hurt. She tries to hide it.

You get to your feet and leave the room quickly. There's heat in your chest, and your heart is beating fast. Wow, you think. That image of Emily looking at you will probably appear in your fantasies later.

You run down the stairs quickly to cool off. "Hey, Mrs. Fowler," you say to Emily's mother. "Could I get a glass of water?"

"Of course, honey," she says. "But you can call me Liz."

You smile. "Thanks, Liz." You try to grab a glass from the cupboard near the sink. They keep the glasses in the very highest shelf, so it's a real struggle for you, since you're so short.

"Here, dear, I'll help you with that," Liz says. Before you know it, she's right behind you, her front pressed against your back. She reaches over your head and grabs a tall glass. For a second, you feel her large breasts against your back. "I'll fill it up for you," she says.

"T-thanks," you sputter.

Liz fills up the glass with water, getting some on her hands in the process. "Oh, shit," she curses quietly. She puts the wet glass on the table and wipes her hands on her tight yoga pants. "Here you go," she says.

You drink the water slowly, sipping at it while you lean against the counter. "How are things with you and Mr. Fowler?" you ask.

"Generally, or in bed?" Liz asks. When she sees you blush, she laughs. "I'm just teasing, Hayley, I'm sorry. Things are good." She raises one eyebrow. "In both senses. How are things with you? Any news?"

You consider telling her about the conclusion you came to last night.