Absolutely not.

“No Alison, I not going to jump you while you're sleeping. Its not going to happen.” Alison must sense the firmness in my answer because she lets the matter drop without any further arguments. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm not tempted by the idea of having this beauty squirming under me, but there is a difference between taking advantage of the situation and outright sexual ****.

Listening to the bed thump against the wall and Dick’s vocalization that evening makes me want to bang my head against the wall; knowing his history with Alison makes it that much worse. As much as I'd like to bash in his pretty face, I go down to my basement workshop and start work on a folding table that I can use in my backyard when it’s nice. To be perfectly honest the reason I haven’t started this project before is that I can’t see myself sitting out in the yard and watching the grass grow. The reason tonight seems like the perfect night is that the ‘ziiiinng’ of the table saw and whirring of the router kept the sounds of the whatever is going on upstairs.

I kept peeking out the basement window, but the wheels of Dick’s jeep stayed in the driveway almost an hour before I heard a door slam and the sound of tires squealing as he left the driveway much too fast. I wandered back up to the living room and put on the news; as usual when Dick stopped by, my shy tenant kept to her upstairs suite. I briefly consider going upstairs to check to make sure she's OK, but dismiss that idea almost immediately. If Alison wants to talk, she knows where to find me.

The next morning I set out Alison’s bowl like usual, and to my delight she wanders into the kitchen about the same time as always. I do a double take when I see what she's wearing though. Her designer jeans as always and a strapless white top with a deep 'V' showing a good part on her firm round breasts. The way her blonde hair flows loosely over her bare shoulders makes me want to gather it together in one hand and pull her head back so I can kiss the expanse of soft skin that's on display.

“Do your professors let you dress like that in their classrooms?” I ask and realize that I sound just like her father. She takes two steps closer, until she is standing almost in my shadow, and before I can find some way to put some space between us she raises her hands above her head and does a graceful pirouette.

“Do you like it?” She smiles at me knowing that I must. “I hope I don’t give Dr. Williard a heart attack; he’s always looking at us girls, but usually he doesn’t get to see this much of me.”

“Maybe, you should wear a shirt over that,” I suggest as I turn to the empty sink and pretend to rinse out the sponge. “We don’t want to send poor Dr. Williard to the ER.”

“Oh,” Alison giggles mischievously, “I see how it is. It’s OK for me to show off my tight teenaged body to you, but not the other old men in town?” It does sound like that’s what I’m saying, and it irritates me that she is getting under my skin this way. She eats in silence and I try not to stare at the way her lips wrap around each spoonful of cereal. I don’t remember her looking sensual eating her breakfast before, but today I have a hard time doing anything other than watch. She’s deliberately teasing me, and I should be mature enough to ignore her little game, but damn does she look hot when she licks the dribble of milk that is escaping through her full lips.

“Do what you like, Princess,” I growl as I throw the sponge back into the sink with a little more velocity than it needed. “Watch out though, you don’t want to give anyone ideas.” With a smirk and an extra wiggle in her ass, Alison waves goodbye and heads towards the door. When I raise my eyebrow in disapproval the cheeky brat smiles coyly and flips me off.

“I’m going to have to fuck that girl soon,” I grumble to the empty kitchen, “or it’s going to be me, and not Dr. Williard heading to the ER.”

“I'm going out with the girls in my study group,” She tells me as she saunters out the door. “I should be back by eight. I'll probably be going to bed early though.” Suddenly she's not quite as confident, “it's going to be a long day so I'll be ready for some good sleep.” I'm beginning to see the game she's playing at. Apparently she either needs another spanking or she has not given up on her plan to entice me into something I've told her isn't going to happen. It looks like it's going to be a battle of wills.