I exhaled deeply, debating my next move, but I decided to say fuck it and cross a line I knew I shouldn’t. “Brielle, do you have any money on you... and can you walk to the train station in town?”“Yeah…I have $18 and I can…why?”Here goes, I thought. “I want you to go to the train station and get on the next train to Ridgecrest. I’ll meet you when you get there.”“Really?” she said sounding a bit shocked“Yes. I’m going to look after you this weekend so you’re not alone on the streets.”“Oh, thank. I must confess what she told me did indeed reveal what she referred to as a dark side her personality.She explained that she had been sexually active as a student and in her twenties but her career and other factors allowed little scope for a permanent relationship and after a one night holiday fling 12 years ago when she was slightly taken off guard by a direct sexual request to take her to her room and have sex from a young man she had been celibate.She had however felt frequently aroused and. I felt her large, round, firm breasts pushing against me. She looked up at me. I couldn't talk for a second. And then she rubbed against me and smiled."I'm not a total sleaze. But I think you're cute for an older guy. And I guess you can decide where to go from there," Katie said to me.I looked at her, shocked, and said, "Seriously? You're not kidding?"She looked at me, smiled shyly, and said, "Nope."I just stood there. Unable to believe what was happening. "It's up to you. But I like you. I. At the bar she explained she was married with no c***dren, her husband was older than her and drank far too much hence why she cleans at night as well as having another job at a school. Maybe i am a good listener but one drink turned into several glasses of wine when she insisted she had to leave I said I would make sure she got home safely I called a cab and dropped her off 5 minutes later I fancied a walk home so I paid the cab fare. To my surprise she invited me in I tried to make excuses as.