A welcoming present

A stunningly pretty girl in a school uniform stands there, her black hair styled in a pageboy cut, one hand raised to knock, the other holding a box tied with a pretty ribbon.

"Alors, you startled me M'sieur!" she says with a pretty little squeak. Her eyes flicker at Grace for an instant then settle back on your face. "Bonjour M'sieur Carter. I am Gabrielle DuPlessis," she trills with a delightful accent. "I have brought you a present to warm your house. That is correct, is it not? To warm your house?"

"Housewarming," you smile as you take the present.

"Hélas, I have not mastered the idioms," she sighs, looking adorable. "Je suis désolé. I must improve. It is why I am here, to learn to speak like an American." She shrugs, and from the movement beneath her pink uniform shirt it's evident that she is braless. You can almost feel Grace seething beside you.

"French is so much prettier," you tell her with a smile.

"Alors! M'sieur is teasing poor Gabrielle! That is very wicked!" she laughs throatily. "Très méchant. I must escape before you tease this innocent girl again. Non, non, M'sieur, you must not open it here," she puts a hand out to touch you as you start to pull on the ribbon holding the box shut. "It is a, private present, n'est-ce pas? Not for all to see," she adds with a glance at Grace. "And where are my manners? Bonjour, Grace, comment ça va? Adieu M'sieur."

She gives you a grin of farewell and a quick look of appraisal as she turns and sways away down the path, her rump looking thoroughly tasty. She gives you a last look over her shoulder and winks at you before she disappears.

"That girl is the biggest tease and flirt in school," Grace says acidly. "What did she give you?"

"She said it was private," you tease her. "Are you jealous Grace?"

For a moment the redheads face crumples and you think she's about to cry, but she pulls herself together. "Yes. A little. She's so much prettier than me. But it's me that you're fucking Mr. Carter. And even if you fuck her, I'll still be your first bitch. I will won't I Mr. Carter?" She stares at you anxiously.

"Yes Grace, you will," you answer, concerned that her jealously might make her act even more carelessly than she already has.

"You could fuck her I bet," Grace says. "She'd probably be easy. Look how she flaunts herself."

"Says the girl who hiked her skirt halfway up her thighs at breakfast," you smile, making her blush and grin in embarrassment.

"That was just for you Mr. Carter. Gabrielle will flirt with any man. She even flirted with my dad at the open house last year. I thought Momma was going to kill her," she smiles at the memory.

Shaking your head in amusement, you untie the ribbon securing the box. Opening it and looking inside you start to laugh.

For there, inside the box, are two cupcakes, carefully iced to look like the pretty breasts of a young girl, the dark nipples stiff and pebbled. On the inside of the box lid the message 'Bon appétit! Enjoy! Gabrielle DuPlessis' is written in cursive script.