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Grace walks quietly beside you, her head down. You glance at her and see tears on her pretty cheeks.

"You shouldn't have got involved Grace," you chide her softly. "It wasn't necessary and you could have got hurt."

"I was coming to see you, I wanted to surprise you," she says tearfully. "I couldn't stand it when that bitch talked you like that. I just couldn't. I hate her. We had a fight last year too."

"Over what?"

"She was making fun of me. Because...because my boobs aren't very big. She was really mean and I lost my temper. Ms. Naylor and Ms. Wilder broke it up. But not before I gave her a black eye," she says with a happy smile.

"What happened?"

"We had to write out an apology to each other and acknowledge what we'd done wrong. I did my best to avoid her but I couldn't let her talk to you like that. I just couldn't!"

"Grace, it's very important that what has happened between us stay a secret. Actually, it would be best if we stopped."

She stops walking and looks at you with utter dismay. "Stopped? You mean not see each other? You can't mean that, please Mr. Carter, you just can't mean it." Her tears start to flow freely down her pretty face and puts her hands to her mouth, sobbing as she looks at you with grief stricken eyes.

Looking at her you realise you have to get her to calm down before she becomes hysterical. You've reached the path to your cottage, and with a gesture and a touch of her arm you lead her onto the porch and into the building.

As you shut the door behind you she turns into your arms, letting her grief flow. "Don't Mr. Carter, please don't! I couldn't bear it! I want you so much! Please don't say that you don't want me! I know you do, I know it! I can feel it when you fuck me! I can feel how much you care for me! Please Mr. Carter, don't! Just don't!"

She clings to you as she weeps, her nubile body shaking against yours. You hold her, stroking her back as you murmur comforting words, hoping she will calm down.