Ignore Miss Palmers

She's a nosy bitch but you don't want to deal with her right now. You head to the end of the street and once out of sight quickly freeze time, before doubling back and heading into Miss Jenkins garden. The bushes around the side of the house are well hidden from the front street, and you're sure she'll be smart enough to come through the back-door if she decides to come.

You're waiting for a good 45 minutes when you hear an almost silent clicking noise, the sound of a door closing. You peer through the darkness towards the back garden and jump in surprise as a face peeks around the side of the house. She shape jumps too in surprise, but Miss Jenkins gasp is thankfully hushed. She ducks her head and walks slowly towards you before stopping shyly just over a metre away. You both stand there silently, you're unsure of what to do but quickly remembering that you're supposed to be somewhat in control of the situation, you reach out a hand which she tentatively grabs. You pull her slowly forward, helping her to avoid pieces of bush.

You: What took you so long?

Miss Jenkins: Henry took longer to go to bed than usual.. he likes a drink after work sometimes.

The silence comes back as you find yourself trying to explore her body, see if she listened to your instruction to wear something slutty but it's too dark.