"God dang it, Bobby, watch where you're going son. How many times have I told you not to stand outside the door and…?" Hank trailed off when he realized that the small body was not his sons. In fact it was not even the same gender as his son and it had long dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. He gasped loudly. "Well, you aren't my son," he chuckled as he looked down at the pretty blue eyed young lady lying beneath him.

"We crashed!" She smiled and exposed a gorgeous set of dimples.

"Are you ok?" Hank asked as he got to his knees and dusted himself. She sat up on her elbows and looked around the yard.

"Yes, I'm fine, but I can't say the same for my papers," she giggled. "Are you alright? I'm really sorry, I was just walking up to knock on the door when you came charging through," she watched Hank stand to his feet and took his hand when he offered it to help her up as well. She shook off her pink sundress and ran her manicured fingers into her mass of thick hair, straightening it as best as she could. Hank's breath was knocked out of him utterly for the second time today, only this time it was out of awe and not out of shock. His eyes could not help but feast upon her gorgeous little body. She was all of five feet tall and had an amazing figure that could have fostered poets. Her face was equally as lovely, full pouty lips, and beautiful azure eyes that captured Hank and held him tightly. He couldn't breathe for a moment as she stood in all of her glorious beauty in front of him. She was an angel in a pale pink sundress. Hank wanted to reach out and touch her pretty little mouth as she smiled at him widely. Suddenly, he was brought into reality as she took his hand in the awkwardness and shook it firmly.

"My name is Kate Devereaux, and you are Mr. Hank Hill, I presume?" She looked up at him, his hand still held in hers. Hank stared at her for a moment, lost in those eyes, her smooth words flowing through him like a crystal clear waterfall. He shook his head in agreement and jumped to help assist her in picking up her, now damp papers.

"I'm Hank Hill," he stacked a few books in her hands. "Are you selling something, because if you are, we really aren't interested," He watched her jam the books in a messenger sack that was draped around her narrow shoulders. Kate smiled up at him and his heart skipped a beat as her dimples came to surface.

"No, no, Mr. Hill, I'm your son Bobby's new tutor. Mrs. Hill and I discussed this over the phone over a month ago," Hank looked puzzled. He had not heard one single thing about this, and he was tired of the surprises to be honest. She chuckled slightly under thick dark eyelashes. "Obviously, you haven't heard that I was coming in today. Well, Mrs. Hill said that it would be perfectly fine with you for me to come to Arlen and stay for the sake of your son's education," Hank sighed. Bobby did need help in a lot of problem areas. He was just an average kid, but he had so much more potential to be better, if he could keep his mind on important things and not get thrown off by idiotic ideas.

"I was not aware of this arrangement, but I am more than happy to have you helping my boy," Hank smiled at her and straightened his glasses. "Let me take your messenger bag and I'll show you into Hill Manor," He grabbed hold of her book sack and held it tightly as he opened the front door. He listened for a moment and heard silence, only the sound of the clock could be heard. Hank certainly did not want the tutor to hear what he had just witnessed for sure. He spoke louder as he came into the foyer.

"I'm sorry I ran you over, Mrs. Devereaux," Hank chuckled deeply and looked over to see her blush a violent red.

"Kate…It's alright. Like I said, I shouldn't have been perched on your front stoop," she rubbed her arm as she watched Hank dart down the hall in an odd manner.

Peggy sat on the edge of the bed, gripping it tightly and holding her naked stomach with her free hand. What in the world had she just done? She would not lie to herself, she enjoyed every single moment of it. It had been weeks since she had had any physical contact and her release was more than satisfactory. She watched Dale throw on his clothes and put a cigarette in his mouth. She thought she would be sick, but then again, no, not really.

"Peggy, that was amazing. I have to go now, but let's do this again," he petted her shoulder and kissed her cheek before opening the door to the hall. He peaked out and realized he and Peggy were not alone. "We have a problem. Your husband is home and there's also a young lady with him. A very beautiful young lady," Peggy stood quickly pulling her robe around her.

"Oh God Dale, what are we going to do… Go out the window. Hurry up, right now," she grabbed Dale by the collar and pushed him out the window and shut it behind him. Her heart was racing as she looked around the room for a way out. Of course she couldn't climb out the window, it would be ridiculous. Peggy looked around and noticed that the only thing she could do is straighten up the rumpled bed and jump in the shower. She turned on the shower head and let her robe fall to the floor. Her skin was burning as she let the water hit her naked form. What would Hank do if he ever found out? She didn't really care, but then it still broke her heart to know that her husband was not the man she had fallen in love with. Dale on the other hand, was a suitable lover and he would never tell Hank anything that would affect their thirty year friendship. She could use him to her advantage for sure.

Hank Listened carefully as the shower turned on and he sighed with relief. He did not want to show their new guest the house with a naked Dale on top of his wife.

"Well, Mrs. Devereaux, I'll show you to your room now," he said as he looked at her. She smiled.

"Ms. Devereaux, actually. There's no mister, but like I said please call me Kate" she picked up a suitcase and followed Hank into the den that they used as a guest room at times. He had finally gotten rid of that pesky Luanne and now this. Now he would have to share his den with someone else, but at least it wasn't football season, he thought.

"I'm sorry that my missus wasn't here to greet you, she seems to be in the shower at this time, but I'm sure you want to talk to her about some type of curriculum since you all are in the same business," Hank set her messenger bag on the chair and turned around only to bump into her once more. She laughed. "Sorry." Hank blushed and put his hand on the back of his neck. "Well. This is our guest room and it's got a really comfortable pull out bed. I can set you up a television in here if you'd like," Hank leaned over and began pulling out the couch and turning it into a bed. He looked over at her as she began unpacking some clothes and folding them neatly.

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Hill. I have a computer that I will more than likely use for entertainment purposes and usually I don't watch too much television, but thank you. I appreciate your regard for my entertainment," She really was extraordinarily beautiful and her eyes were so amazing, it drove Hank crazy just looking at them. He tried to avoid eye contact, but it was the most difficult thing he had ever done. He pulled some sheets out of the linen closet close to the couch and placed them on the bed.

"So Mrs... Ms. Devereaux…"

"Kate," she corrected. Kate, he thought. It reminded him of cool winter mornings and utterly sweet delicious lips that had once kissed him from navel to mouth. He had in fact had a girlfriend named Kate as a young man in high school. They were destined to marry, but she had been killed in a car accident on the way home from a soccer game in Denver. It had almost killed Hank as well, but he had found the strength to overcome his loss and in the process found Peggy.

"Kate, what are your qualifications? I'm sure Mrs. Hill had checked your references and such and I trust her opinion, but I'd like to hear as well," He sat down on the bed, simultaneously knocking over a stack of clothes she had placed there while organizing her belongings. He picked them up mechanically and noticed that pair of her very stringy and very sexy looking panties were stuck to his fingers. He shook them off and stood up uncomfortably, clearing his throat, thanking the lord she didn't see him. She was busy fishing out a copy of her resume for him. She handed him a copy and sat down beside him.

"I'm a Ph. D graduate of child psychology from Loyola University in New Orleans, Louisiana. I have also just completed my Master's degree in education and I hold a bachelor's in Foreign Language specifically Die Deutsch," she smiled and continued. "I have travelled the world extensively, having lived in Germany for six years and I speak four other languages besides German. I spent time during my studies to volunteer tutoring special needs children and also at local high school's as teacher's assistants," She looked at Hank who seemed to be in a trance as she spoke. "Is there anything else you need to know?"

"How in the world did you manage all this, you can't be more than nineteen," Hank looked over her papers amazed that she had accomplished this.

"I'm twenty-five," she corrected. "I actually graduated at fifteen and started college at the same age. I doubled up on everything because well… I have no life, I suppose," what an amazingly intelligent girl, he thought, ignoring her large full breasts that looked gorgeously soft and lush.

"Well good for you! I always said that hard work is the most satisfying pass time," He put the resume' back in her hands and stood up. She stood as well and something caught Hank's eye. A stream of blood rolled down her elbow and onto her pink dress leaving a stain the size of a half dollar on the waistline. "Looks like we need to get the first aid kit. Must have happened when we bumped into each other," he pointed at her wound. She looked at her elbow and further investigated her dress.

"Oh well, I never liked this dress any way," she shrugged and began untying the waistband. Hank hurried out to get the first aid kit in the guest bathroom, shutting the den door behind him. After digging around in Bobby's bathroom he discovered that the first aid kit was empty and went to the kitchen to get a few bandages and some antiseptic. The flowers caught his eye and anger welled in the pit of his stomach. Peggy didn't deserve flowers, she deserved divorce. He took the flowers and threw them into the garbage before returning to the den to take care of his lovely guest.