Possibly - his car is there and the front door is ajar

Rachel slowed right down now, preferring to enjoy the breeze, the sun and her tingling body as much as she could, but even so about ten minutes later she reaches the front of Dan's house.

A gentle gleam of perspiration lays across her bare shoulders and neck and although she walked at no more than a stroll she notices her breath is a little short, her body far warmer than might be expected given the ventilation provided by her cute outfit.

None the less she feels wonderful so quickly shrugs off these slight anomalies and walks up the path to the front door. Catching sight of herself reflected in the glass panel Rachel quickly sweeps a stray hair out of her face, then notices the snug fitting black top has slipped down a little during her walk over.

"How on earth does Crissy dance all night in something like this?" Rachel wonders, reaching down to pull it back up to fully cover the upper swell of her breasts. Unused to adjusting this kind of top a finger tip accidentally strokes firmly across left nipple making her gasp. "Wow" she said, not for the first time that day.

Ringing the doorbell she notices the door is already slightly open. "Hello?" she calls out, "is anyone home? I was asked to bring a parcel for you". Rachel stands on the doorstep for two or three minutes but gets no response. "Now what?" she wonders.