"Good. Good." He was still watching her like a hawk. He watched her fidgeting with her glass of lemonade, though she had not yet drunk a drop. He imagined the sweet-sour juice might not be too appealing after the booze she had already had. Her pretty dark eyes glowed every time she looked at him. He could not hold her gaze for more than an instant.

"By the way, you didn't have company, did you, before I pulled up?" He knew she could not have had company, not in the state she was in when she came to the door. But he was pretty sure he had seen something, animal or human, flee from the front porch as he drove up. He was testing her, just to see what she would say.

"No… not since the kids left, about four. Why?"

"Thought I saw something on your front porch. Must have been a critter. Sure moved fast when it spotted my lights."

A shudder ran through Joan that for the moment, made her forget all about her guest and her efforts to be a perfect hostess.

Had someone been watching her when she was playing with herself? Had someone seen her working two fingers in and put of her pussy?

The thought terrified her. Rather than dwell on it, she tried to drive it from her mind.

Ben Firth watched her eyes flicker nervously. He could see his casual question had got through to the beautiful brunette. She obviously did not like the idea of being spied on. Her complexion had lost its color. The hand that held the lemonade trembled. She had lost her schoolteacher's calm, proper facade.

To divert her attention from her own anxiety, Joan got to her feet and reached for the pitcher of lemonade. "Let me put some more ice cubes in this. It's getting warm."

She was halfway to the kitchen when she tripped and fell to the floor. The plastic pitcher flew from her hands and landed in an armchair. There was lemonade everywhere.