He does. And she tells him she's been a bad girl.

Humming contentedly, Frank walked back down the block to Vanessa's house. Remembering that she'd said the door would be unlocked, he tried the knob and found it opened easily. Smiling widely, he stepped into the entrance lobby and closed and locked the door.

He listened for a moment, and hearing nothing, too a few steps deeper into the house before calling out.

"Vanessa! It's Frank! Are you home?" There was a moment of silence, then her voice replied, sounding slightly tremulous.

"I'm back here...in the living room..."

Smiling, Frank walked through the house, finding a sunken living room that looked into the back yard. Vanessa stood beside a baby grand piano, waiting anxiously, obviously having showered and changed.

"Hello Frank..." she murmured, looking anxious. "I've been naughty...and I need to...to confess..."