Finding a searcher

Donna's intuition leaves you uneasy, and despite her reassurance you're reminded of the possible consequences of being caught fucking one of your students. Hopefully not everyone is as adept at reading between the lines as your neighbour, you think as you turn the other direction and walk towards the main campus.

You haven't gone more than fifty feet when you turn a corner and see a very appealing sight. A young woman, bent over at the waist, walking slowly as she examines the ground. Her sweet young rump is covered in a pair of cut off jeans, so tight that if she carried a quarter in her back pocket you could read the date on it. You stop and watch for a moment, noting that she's obviously searching for something, then see the mane of red hair and smile as you touch the broken chain in your pocket.

"Hi there! Lost something?" you call, and have the satisfaction of hearing her squeak and jump up in surprise. She is one of the redheads that you passed on the way to your cottage, and you see a flicker of dread cross her face as she recognises you.

"Um...yes I dropped some coins and they bounced into the grass," she babbles, her eyes darting here and there.

"Oh that's too bad. I'm Mr. Carter, the new biology teacher. You're Grace Mathewson, are you not?"

Her eyes widen in surprise that you know her name, but she nods and agrees, taking the hand you hold out. She's a very pretty girl, and though her breasts are not large, she is hardly the skinny flat chested thing that Valerie described.