She doesn’t get the chance.

Laura open the door, removes the water jug, then pours herself a glass of cold water; as she drinks it she thinks that she hears someone moving around the house. She stops for a second, listens for a long moment, and then continues drinking the water as she figures that she was hearing things in the night.

It sounded to her ears as if there was someone in the house, tiptoeing around very quietly, but she dismisses it as the wind, or the house settling.

As she places the water jug back into the refrigerator, she happens to notice that there is someone in the house – all she can see is that the person has long blonde hair. The stranger closes the door; Laura is so shocked to see someone standing there that she doesn’t say a word – she just stares at the woman.

The tall blonde is wearing a long raincoat and high-heeled pumps – that is all Laura can see in the fading light of the closing door. The tall blonde woman walks closer to Laura, who then finds her being **** back until she feels the edge of the kitchen table against the backs of her thighs.

As she bumps into the table, she spills the partially full glass of ice-cold water all over the front of her T-shirt; this causes her nipples to become erect, whether from the cold water or the beauty of the blonde stranger in front of her.

She can feel the heat of the woman, smelling the delightful perfume the woman is wearing – all while she wonders whom she is, and what is she doing here in the house.

Laura opens her mouth to scream or say something, but before she can make a sound, the woman is kissing her deeply in a passionate French kiss. The woman forces Laura’s mouth to open with her lips, sliding her moist wet tongue into her mouth; Laura tries to struggle, to get away from this total stranger. But at the same time she can feel her own lips returning the kiss against her own will, her tongue eventually meeting the stranger’s.