A/N: This is where things get a little, uh, naughty (that makes you want to keep ready, huh?)

DISCLAIMER: Wonka stuff not mine

The same night, Lindsay came.

She walked into Willy's office. He breathed in sharply. Her hair was up in chopsticks, with small tendrils tapering down to her neck. She was wearing a short skirt and a cleavage showing top.

He looked down. He felt guilty about the feelings he had for her. He should've only felt them about Tawny, no one else.

She smiled at him. "Is Wednesday here?"

"Well, maybe in spirit, mind, I would guess, but not physically. So, no."

She chuckled and sat down by him. Her skirt rose up her thighs.

He forced himself to look down at his desk. "So, how are you doing?"

"Good, and you?"

"Fine."

There was a long silence. Lindsay sighed. "Do you – are you – seeing anyone?"

He froze in surprise. "Uh," he stuttered. "I – I – no."

She studied him. "How long has it been since you were with anyone?"

He looked over his shoulder at her. "Wednesday is seventeen, right? So, it's been about seventeen years."

She gasped. "Wow. The longest I've gone without a date is two weeks."

He glanced over at her. "Why did you adopt her, anyway, if you weren't married?"

She shrugged. "I found out I wasn't going to be able to have children, so I decided to adopt one as soon as I could."

There was a silence again.

"Kiss me," she suddenly said.

He almost had a heart attack. "What?"

She groaned, frustrated. "I know that you're attracted to me and I'm attracted to you. Just kiss me."

He frowned and shook his head. "I can't."

"Why not?" she asked, grabbing him by the shoulders. "I'm not trying to replace Tawny. But she is dead. You have to move on someday."

He stared at her for a moment. Then, he leaned in and kissed her.

Electricity shot through him. He brought her down on floor, kissing her neck. She undid the buttons on his shirt. They rolled around on the floor, like a romance novel, filled with passion and fever and other things that pushes the rating on a PG-13 story.

They stopped for a moment, gasping. "Do you really want to do it, here?" he asked her.

Lindsay, on top, kissed him. "Why not?"

He laughed and kissed her again.

Suddenly, Stanley burst in, Charlie, his mother, and Grandpa Joe glancing over his shoulder in bewilderment.

They both screamed and separated. "Did anyone teach you how to knock, Stanley?" Willy yelled.

Stanley ignored it and started jabbering frantically. "It's Wednesday . . . she's gone . . . I went back to the club . . . she wasn't anywhere . . ."

Willy stood up, buttoning his shirt. "Wait, start over. What happened?"