” she said okay. She lives nearby my area.It was Saturday morning around 10 am we meet in a cafe, she was looking great in her black salwar kameez. ... greeted her with a smile. We talked for a while and then I took her to my house.She asked for my parents, I said they were out of town. We both sat on the couch and were discussing the life and how it has been changed over.My look towards her was very different I don’t why, but there was certain tension arising between us. I started checking on. I can see myself telling my boss I needed to go. My son needed me. I remember all of my coworkers asking me if I was sure I could drive. They would gladly drive me if I felt that I could not.We really had a great crew in our office. I was proud to work there and their reaction to this accident was heartwarming.I assured them I would be fine. It was early enough in the day that I could get down to home, and the hospital, with little worry about traffic.I made my way down Route 1 crossing over. I turned back to the document I was working on as though that was the last word on the matter. Of course, it wasn't."I would prefer that you come with me," she said. "If you are there I'll have someone on my side. I know they'll try to convince me to stay. I'm worried that I might even consider it if I don't have tangible evidence in sight of the goal I'm working toward."I glanced back up at her. I didn't want to go anywhere near the Innocence Group. I had no doubt that I would leave there in. ”Comfortable? How? I was a bundle of nerves and I was wondering if I was about to have an aneurysm. So, I sat on the bed, reached for my pants, thought better of it, and just sat there. I considered kicking off my shoes, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. Of course, never be presumptuous with the person you just handed money to in order to fuck them. Makes sense.The click of heels indicated her return. She came in and glanced at me sitting on the edge of the bed but didn’t comment on my.