Mary-Beth's eyes scan your figure from afar, her bottom lip held between her teeths while new ideas for a forbidden story flood her mind.

She shouldn't, you are older than her and Miss Grimshaw wouldn't allowed it, she wouldn't even think about you before the word no slips immediately.

"What are ya' doing here all alone, cowgirl?" her hoarse, sweet voice indulges your ears, her footsteps ceasing once she was next to you, her eyes running down your body shamelessly.