Now let's get back to enjoying our lunch."We went back to the office after lunch, and Mary finished up her duties. Before leaving, she said, "How abo...t eight o'clock tonight? Does that work for you?" Sure, Mary, eight o'clock is good for me. I'll see you then," I answered before she disappeared through the door. It was almost five when she left, so I put in another hour before leaving. With our talk still turning in my head, I opted for dinner at the local pub. I knew that I could get a. Never wants to do anything. I gotta get a better boyfriend.’ Well, that explains why she was sitting here drinking rather than at home watching TV. That empty seat was still there, I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in my taking it. I went over and started to sit. I could sense her recoiling, contracting to avoid any ‘accidental’ physical contact that a potential suitor might induce, expecting to be hit on again and that she would need to deflect it. But when I said ‘Fancy meeting you here,’. The nightclub was a dark dingy place with a lot of male customers, we stood drinking at the bar and Charles was very tactile, constantly dr****g his arm around me and letting it slide down my back, his hand brushing my bottom. A friend of his came over a stood with us, one either side of me, we were pushed together because of the space and Charles angled his body so he could talk with his friend.As we stood chatting I began to notice that Charles cock had begun to get hard as he pressed against. "Ella, don't cry. Please. Don't cry," She implored.I gently pulled away from her and studied her face. "Tell me who did this to you. I need to know."Tears pooled in her eyes quickly. "No. I don't want to talk about his." She turned away."Please," I begged.She nodded. "No! For what?" You need to turn him in. He needs his lesson learned."She turned to look at me. Tears were streaming down her face. "It was so scary Ella. I've never been more scared my whole life!"I took her hand and let her to.