Stay home....but it might not be so relaxing.

You decide to stay home and relax. Given the day's events you feel that you need the rest. You make a cup of tea and select a book from the case in the living room. You've just settled down to relax when you hear a tap on the door.

With a sigh you get up and answer it. As you half expected it's Grace, and she eagerly pushes her way into the hallway and pushes the door shut behind her.

"They've gone, I saw them drive away," she says with a grin. "They're going to her concert or whatever. We have time now Mr. Carter."

She's changed into a flared skirt and a button top that shows the bumps of her delightful nipples. She bites her lip and squirms a little against the door, pulling her skirt up a bit to show off more of her toned thighs.

"Grace, we need to be more careful," you say. "You can't just..."

"But I was careful Mr. Carter. Ever so careful," the redheaded teen interrupts, her words falling over each other in a frenzied babble. "Your roommate and Ms. Thorpe drove off and they won't be back for hours, and I made sure no one saw me come here, and I can't stop thinking about you Mr. Carter, and what you did for me, teaching me so much and making me come so sweet,and I need it again Mr. Carter, I need it so bad." She looks at you with a pleading, wanton face, one of her hands pulling her skirt up while the other unbuttons her top.

You know that if you want to stop her, you have to do it now, or you'll never have the will to do it later.