I'm a betting man.

As you drive Ms. Welles constantly runs her hand along your thigh. It is rather distracting and added to the sound of your dates making out in the back seat, is enough to give you an extremely uncomfortable erection the entire time you are driving. If they can do that to you with just a little contact and sound...

"I'll take that bet," you suddenly call out as Ms. Welles hand slides a little higher. You hear a giggle from the back seat as Rebecca and Katherine signify their approval. Ms. Welles merely smiles at you and adjusts her seatbelt so she can lean over to whisper in your ear.

"Take a right here," she breathes and you immediately comply. You follow her whispered instructions to the letter and soon you find yourself on a tree lined stretch of road with large houses on either side. Ms. Welles directs you to the fourth on the right and you pull the car into the driveway.

"Where is this Ms Welles?” you ask quietly as the two girls in the back seat look around interested.

"My place." She smiles then digs in her purse producing a set of keys. "Oh and stop with the Ms. Welles," she lowers her voice to her famous faux-drawl. "If y'all are gonna be as intimate with me as I hope y'all will then I think we should be onna first nayme baysis..." She laughs out loud as she exits the car.

You clamber out as well, followed by the two other girls. Noting the confusion on your faces Ms. Welles grins, then says one word. "Joan. Remember?"

You vaguely recall her writing her first name on the board on your first day but had all forgotten it until now. You note that the three girls have already began to ascend the steps to the porch so you quickly lock the car and follow after them.

Should you play it cool when you get inside, you wonder? Perhaps you should just get down to business the moment the door shuts but you wonder at the reaction that would provoke.