Stop this while you still can.

She flinches when you move towards her. Reaching out, you fight the urge to touch her. You have to make a conscious effort to resist, your eyes lingering on her nearly perfect body.

Reluctantly, you kneel in front of her. You can see her stiffen at your sudden closeness.

You take hold of her panties still pooled around her ankles. Marveling at the delicate, if simple fabric against your skin, you slide them back up her legs. Once they are up where they belong again, you glance up at her.

Anna looks down at you, the surprise in her eyes bordering on horror, "H-have I d-done something wrong?" You can hear the fear in her trembling voice.

Reaching down a second time, you take hold of her dress this time, pulling it up her body and slipping the straps back over her shoulders to cover her body, "You've done nothing wrong," You say softly, standing close enough to her that you're almost touching.

"Then what," Its clear from her expression that shes scared of what you're going to do.

"You don't want this," You sigh, trying to gather your thoughts, "You're beautiful, but you don't want this."

She doesn't reply, her eyes pondering her feet as she blushes.

You put your arms around her in a gentle hug. "It really is ok," You say softly in her ear.

She shakes in your arms, and it takes you a few seconds to realize she she's crying. You want to say something, but you honestly don't know her well enough to even know where to begin. So you just hold her as she cries. When she finally pulls away, you let her.

When Anna wipes her eyes, she seems unable to meet your gaze, "I'm sorry sir," Her voice is barely a whisper.

"Nothing to be sorry for," You reply, "Now, why don't you go get some sleep. Its been a long day for all of us."

She nods, her eyes still downcast. A second later she turns, taking a few steps towards the door. Pausing in the doorway only long enough to cast one last uncertain glance in your direction and to say, "Goodnight John," Before closing the door behind her.