Synopsis: After being caught red handed looking at Wilfs hidden box of sex toys, Sophie apologises, upset with herself for breaking his trust. Wilf accepts her apology and gives her one of Denise's old tops so she can walk home and sends her on her way. When she returns to clean the house, the tension in the air is obvious. Sophie opens up and asks Wilf about his relationship with Denise, which leads to a surprisingly sexy outcome.

Wilf and Sophie were both frozen in place, unable to move, unable to speak. The water from the dropped glass continued to soak into Sophie's blouse, hand buried in her joggers, fingers still pressed against her damp panties, dildo held in her other hand mere inches from her face. Wilfs eyes flicked between the box filled with sex toys and the barely legal girl in front of him, knowing there was only one possible explanation but still being unwilling to accept it. Her small, perky breasts were visible due to the wet top she was wearing, nipples pushing against the fabric, stiff, sensitive and begging to be sucked on. Sophie's face was a vision of panic and horror and after what felt like forever, finally she moved, dropping the phallic sex toy and pulling her hand out of her pants. A single tear ran down her cheek as the emotions she was experiencing overwhelmed her.

“I'm sorry… Mr Dewhurst,” she sobbed weakly.

Seeing the young woman in such an obvious state of distress, Wilfred's fatherly instincts kicked in, turning to grab his dressing gown which was hanging on the door behind him. He knelt down beside her and wrapped it around her to protect her modesty, picking up the dildo and dropping it back into the box, closing the lid.

“It's ok,” he whispered softly, “It's ok Sophie.” She couldn't look him in the eye, head dropping as she stared at the floor, tears starting to fall. She had messed up, badly. She had invaded this man's privacy, found something she wasn't supposed to and worst of all, she was turned on by it. She didn't know how to feel, her mind a whirling cyclone of conflicting emotions.

Pushing the box back under the bed, Wilf stood up, offering the young woman his hand. “Get up Sophie,” he said warmly, trying his best to keep her calm. She looked up at his hand for a second, debating whether to accept the offer or not. Finally, she reached out to him, realizing too late that the hand she extended was the very same one that had just been rubbing her pussy through her knickers. Wilf felt a spot of wetness on his hand, but he ignored it as he helped her up, offering her a spot on the bed and sitting down next to her. Reaching over to the nightstand for a box of tissues, he offered one to Sophie. She gladly accepted it, whispering her thanks as she dabbed at her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm her mind.