"My mother works late most nights," Carol explained.

"And your father?" Judson asked.

"My father left a long time ago," Carol said.

"He was a crazy man then," Judson said.

"I'd never have left a daughter as beautiful as you."

"Oh, Mr. Fisher," Carol said, blushing.

Carol was getting out of the car and suddenly Judson didn't want to part with her. He jumped out of his side and walked around to take her arm.

"I'd better walk in with you," he said.

She started to protest, but he was already walking her to the front door. She found the key under the mat and opened the door. She felt strange being inside her home with him alone. Always, there had been someone with them when they were together. It made her feel a little shiverish.

"Would you like to have some coffee or something?" she asked, trying to sound adult.

"I'd like that," he said.

They went into the kitchen where she made him a cup of coffee and opened a soft drink for herself. She had never been able to stand the taste of coffee. She sat across from him at the kitchen table and stared into his face. He was a very good-looking man. It frightened her to be so near him.

"You have a very nice house," Judson said. "I hope that some day you'll show me all of it."

"Why not now?" Carol asked. "You can bring your coffee with you."

"Good deal," Judson said.

Together they made a tour of the house. She had the feeling that Judson was not really interested in the downstairs rooms. She was too nervous to make a good tour guide.

Finally Judson asked, "What's upstairs?"

"Those are the bedrooms," she said. "Lead the way, honey," Judson said. Something was happening that Carol didn't understand. She knew it was wrong to show him the upstairs bedrooms. She knew that she shouldn't even be alone with, him in the house. And yet she found herself walking ahead of him up the stairs. She could sense his eyes on her back and on her ass. She had never experienced the feeling of being mentally undressed before. She knew that was what Judson was doing to her.