She decided, whole-heartedly, to give him the benefit of the doubt that he was not like the guys she had met so far. ‘I’m really sorry. A girl’... gotta be careful. Where did you wanna go so late at night?’ Relieved Grant replied, ‘It’s okay if you leave your sister?’ ‘Oh yeah, she’s got a whole posse in there. Who would punish me for finding a designated driver?’ So they walked to the parking lot together and he let her into his car. She sat on the leather seat and began to shiver. But, she. "That must be the high stool and the bench. Leave the other parcels for me love, you can set the stool and bench up in the back room. We can try them out tonight." She grinned.I left her to get on and dragged the two heavy boxes into he back and unpacked them. The stool was easy to assemble. It had a square padded top on waist high legs. Very study and well made. Cuffs for wrists and ankles bolted securely to the lower spars and legs. I couldn't wait for Karen to secure me over it and try out. You’ll figure it out.”* * * * *I must have fallen asleep on him. I woke up with the covers pulled up to my shoulders and the light off. It was 2:11. I glanced next to me. I was alone. The house outside the bedroom door looked dark. I pulled the covers tighter and slipped easily back to sleep.* * * * *The next day at work, Bob and I had a normal amount of interaction. He asked me three times if I was all right. I assured him I was and thanked him for the evening and his. I could understand that because sometimes the written square footages were not truly indicative of the look or the feel of the bedroom when one was standing with full attention right inside.The man’s name was Adam and he had a funny moustache that made me wonder if it would tickle if he put it between my legs.Adam seemed a quiet sort and he stayed behind me every step of the way around the interior of the house. The second time we went up the staircase; he coughed politely and spoke words that.