The next evening found Topanga in her room, trying to force herself to study. She was mildly relieved when she heard a knock on the door. Whoever it was would at least distract her for a few minutes.

Topanga's relief turned to surprise when she opened the door to find Stuart standing outside.

"Hey, I was in the neighborhood, and we talked about going over the paper, so, okay?"

Is this normal? Topanga thought. Seeing no good reason not to, she let Stuart inside. He immediately noticed a picture of her with Rhiannon and Nebula taken during their mother-daughter vacation on Martha's Vineyard two summers ago.

"Is that your Mom?"

"Yeah, that was taken on Martha's Vineyard." Topanga remembered Cory complaining incessantly that she would be leaving him for two weeks in the middle of the summer.

"She's real pretty."

"Um…thanks."

Stuart finally turned to the matter at hand. "Topanga, this paper was too good to fizzle out on the conclusion. You're too smart for that. Here. Look. 'It is possible to cross the line morally and yet not cross the line actually.' Now, that's vague. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Why? The paper was on morality and ethics, and I was just saying there are definite gray areas."

"I know what the paper's about, because, you see, I assigned it. I just I want you to be more specific. The devil's in the details. I'm sitting here with you, for example, right?"

"Yeah." Topanga noticed that Stuart's hand was resting on her thigh.

"I'm your teacher, and I find you attractive. But we're talking about the assignment. Now have we crossed the line? I don't think so, no. I'm your teacher and I think you're attractive."

Stuart's hand was creeping farther up Topanga's thigh. She tried to move it "And now we're not talking about the paper."

Stuart replaced his hand. "Have we crossed the line?"

"What."

Stuart's hand was digging into Topanga's skin, now. "What if I said to you that I think about you, and I'd like to see you more than just on Tuesdays and Thursdays? See where it gets gray? When did you go to the Vineyard?"

Topanga seized the chance to stand up and walk towards the picture. "Two summers ago."

Stewart stood between Topanga and the door "Beautiful, isn't it? Okay, one more. We're adults and I'm telling you that I'd like to get to know you better. And that's what I'm going to do."

Topanga felt her heart racing. "Stuart, you're making me uncomfortable. I want you to leave."

Stuart smiled menacingly. "That's not what you want."

Topanga made a break for the door, and Stuart grabbed her by the wrist, only to let go when the door opened.

Julia looked around in surprise.

"Hi," Topanga said brightly, "Doctor Beckmann and I were just going down to the Union to discuss my term paper."

Topanga could tell that Stuart was following her, so she walked over to the Pennbrook campus and tried to lose him in the student union. She spotted Mr. Feeny reading a newspaper and sat down across from him.

"Mr. Feeny!" she said brightly, "So great to see you again."

"Ah, Miss Lawrence, good to see you too." He put down the paper, "although I'm told everything isn't going entirely well between yourself and Mr. Matthews."

"Oh, well, that's sort of silly. You know how Shawn sort of…well, he did something involving my roommate that she thought was him being a jerk, when it was actually his issues catching up to him."

"Eric told me what happened in far more detail than I, Mr. Hunter, or yourself would have preferred him to."

"Oh, umm…It's just silly because Shawn's mad at me, when what actually happened puts him in a way better light than what Julia would think had happened otherwise."

"To most people it would, but sometimes Mr. Hunter sees the world through what we might call Pink Flamingo tinted glasses."

So what do you think I should do?"

"My answer is the same as it was the day you graduated from high school, Miss Lawrence, do good."

Topanga stood up and sighed heavily. "Thanks."