Of course, if she were a kidnapper, she guessed she'd have something in the walls preventing cell phone signals from getting out too.Bob stepped out f...om behind a partition and into her path. "Hello, Miss, may I help you with something?" he asked gently."Uh, I was just looking for a restroom." Miranda replied, backing away and hoping she could lure him away from the door and make a break for it."Well, maybe I can help you find something else." Bob suggested."Actually, I just really need to go. “Tell him Kathy! He’ll be all right, trust me.”“Tell him Kathy,” he repeated, grinning. She coloured.“You’ve been so sad, I – I mean we – have been worried about you. Vicky told me you like opera, so I thought it might cheer you up.“Anyway, on Wednesday I told her I had these tickets, and we all discussed it and we thought you you might be persuaded to come with me. Then yesterday you were much more cheerful, but Vicky said you might still like to go. So, will you – come with me, my treat?”“Go. And put on my favourite sheer panties. Before I went to my bedroom, I stood in the living room door and said night night to him. He looked up, his eyes went straight to my crotch, and I couldn’t help it, my cock just went rigid, it was something in his look. I blushed as he grinned a goodnight to me, turned, my erection straining against my panties, wiggled my ass and went to bed.I tossed and turned, sleep wouldn’t come. I listened to him in the bathroom, watched him pass my open door and heard. "Oh, you watched it. Hope you're not disappointed in your little girl." Well, I can see that you're no longer a little girl but a rather grown-up young woman who seems to know just what she wants." That's true, I do know what I want these days. Wanna help me unload my stuff and get it upstairs?" she asked and we went out and got her things and brought them up to her room."I thought we'd have a nice steak and baked potatoes for supper. Also I have a bottle of Cabernet that we can share if you.