The janitor finds her

"Hey, is someone out there?" Stacie suddenly hears a voice call out from somewhere just around the corner, presumably the janitor! Not knowing what else to do, she once again press herself back against the brick wall, looking around desperately for somewhere to run or hide.

The janitor's voice is comig from the same direction that she just came, and further down this way she can faintly make out a closed gate, possibly locked at this hour! In front of her and leading all the way to that gate, is a high fence, with only a few small bushes that wouldn't provide much cover for her... The only choices left for her would be to talk to the man, or try dashing past him, or run in the other direction and hope the gate isn't locked!

Still paniced she can't make up her mind fast enough, and suddenly the burly black janitor rounds the corner, holding up an umbrella over his head and finding his way with a flashlight.

As the cone of light falls on Stacie's feet, the man immediately halts and let it trail it's way up her bare legs and soaked body to her wild eyed face, blinding her momentarily.

"Hey...?" He repeats, sweeping the flashlight down her wet form again. "What the heck are you doing out here, kid?"

"I... I'm lost!" Stacie manage to say, feeling like she's close to start crying while her heart keep racing like mad in her chest! "I stayed late after training and couldn't get lift home and... and then it started raining, and...!"

"Calm down girl!" He tells her, approaching her slowly while talking to her in a kind and comfortable voice that nearly makes her forget what she just caught this man doing. "Come here, you can't stay out in the rain like that!"

Too afraid to object, she allow the man to put his arm around her slender shoulders and pull her in under the umbrella while leading her around the corner and through a doorway.

"There..." He says, resting the umbrella against the door and putting down the turned off flashlight on a table by the door. "Damn, you're completely soaked... Wait here while I get a towel!"

Sniffling and hugging herself in her cold, wet and too tight outfit, Stacie feels very thankful to the man for bringing her into the warmth of his office, even though she can't help but noticing how he glances at her soaked and braless chest before dissapearing through another door...

Within moments he's back, carrying a clean and soft white towel with him that he wraps around her shoulders after helping her off with her bag. As she doesn't make any move to dry herself with it, he then proceed to firmly rub her back and arms through the towel, the friction making a comfortable heat spreading through her body and slowly helping her relax.

"Soaked through completely... You should get out of those clothes and let them dry off before you catch a cold!" He grumbles as he continues to massage her frozen body back to life, stopping for a moment as she tense up at the mention of removing her clothes. "Sorry for scaring you girl, but you'd really need to get yourself warm and dry right now..."

"Y... yeah..." She agrees nervously, her eyes unconciously drifting down to rest at the bulge in the janitors pants while remembering what she witnessed only a few minutes ago. "But... but I... You..." Then there's a slight moment of silence as he seem to realise where she's looking.

"Oh, sorry...! This doesn't... I mean... Uhmm..." He looks at her pretty face, he blushing almost as much as her, and then glance at the window. "I... umm... You didn't... You didn't see anything when you tapped at the window... did you...?"

Her continued blushing quite clearly tells him that she did see something indeed, and he grimaces badly while trying to find a new way to tackle the increasingly awkward situation...