The journey is supposed to be of 30mins to 45mins. For the first 10 mins he was just silent. Then slowly I felt some rough fingers on my ankle. When I...looked, this man was trying to pickup his dropped napkin. I did not react thinking that its normal. It fell again after 5 mins. This time his fingers were running on my ankle and my soft feet. I was enjoying it so did not protest. This gave him more courage and instead of picking up the napkin, he started fingers around my ankle.As this was. The following day my new phone rang and I snatched it up. ‘Hello Harry?’ said the male voice. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Tom?’ ‘Yes mate,’ he said his voice tailing off at the end. ‘Emma,’ I said, ‘Is… is she OK?’ ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘She’s fine, she’s here at home, resting.’ He emphasised ‘here at home’, and I got the feeling that ‘home’ was special and I didn’t have an invitation. How are you Harry?’ he asked. ‘I’m fine, it’s all gone a bit mad, and I have journalists camped at my door. You?’ ‘Yes, all. This was not uncommon, for I had many times witnessed a male allowing a female to enter or exit me first, and had come to believe that females must be particularly revered amongst Humans. As my doors closed, however, the male stood directly next to the shorter female, his arm pressed against hers as he reached for her hand. They shared an expression I do not often see from the Humans: a smile. My doors fully closed, I began the trek upward, heading all the way to the top. The male turned toward. I stepped out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. The Chicago weather was certainly working against me, “could it be any more windy!?!” Changing a tire was the last thing on my mind and the last thing I had planned. Any passer-by could tell that just by looking at my outfit. After waking up late I grabbed the first thing I could find, a mid-thigh length sundress with a button up sweater. I did look quite cute, after all, being 5’7” tall, 140lbs, and size DD breasts, I filled.