“You have got to be fucking kidding me!?” I am so fucking lucky right now! [No it isn’t raining, it’s better than that!]

She was stretching on the grass, in the front yard. Facing her house. I was behind her and saw some great view! “That is so hot.” See this is what I was talking about my mind being inappropriate. “But she is hot, even you the level-headed side of Bette should be losing your cool right now” And I am but, at least I can give the impression I’ve got it together. She is super fucking hot though isn’t she?

She was wearing a gorgeous little tight pink tank top, and some black short shorts. I was smiling like never before and that’s when she turned around. Fuck! Busted or what! I wanted to slam my head down on the steering wheel. But instead I just opened the door and immediately started untying and retying the laces on my boots.

Sauntering over, she cracked another of her smiled. I melted. “Morning Bette. You’re a bit early. Fancy a coffee?”

I was nervous as ever, but maybe a coffee would calm me down a little it.

“Yeah sure Miss, thanks.” I followed her into the house, and was greeted by the now familiar smell. Her ass moved in ways that were just sent from god. She got into the kitchen and turned.

FUCK. Caught again. Red fucking handed. “Why can’t you keep you’re eyes at an eye level Bette, Jesus fucking Christ!” You were the fucking part of my mind, that drew her ass to my attention. Grr.

I blushed and looked at the floor. Refusing to make eye contact.

“So.” Ms Kennard started trailing, “That’s number two today. Did you enjoy the view at least?”

I was surprised, but I guess after the Matthew stunt yesterday, Ms K could hardly startle us, I should have expected it.

“What Miss?” I asked somewhat breathlessly. I shook my head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry Bette, sugar or milk in your coffee?”

“No, no. Black is good.”

She made the coffee, and handed me a mug, drinking one herself.

“Miss, I’m really sorry, for looking, please don’t pull another what you did to Matthew yesterday.” I held the coffee mug, over my face, for the longest time, hiding in terror.