I thought that was unwise, she just met me. But I was not a stalker or a bad guy so I agreed. I mentioned this to her, I advised when she had dates in...the future she should be more cautious about whom she takes back to her home. She agreed, and her anxiety went up a notch or two. I was just being honest and trying to give her good advice for her own safety. In her apartment she curled up in a wicker chair with her glass of wine, across the room from me. I knew the date was coming to an end at. "Please, Leslie, look at me."She looked up slowly and I could see the unshed tears in her eyes. It practically broke my heart to know that I had made her feel this bad. I had to convince her that I did want to spend time with her, but she must have convinced herself that I wasn't interested."I really am sorry about last night. It had nothing to do with not wanting to spend time with you anymore. I swear I wasn't myself when you came into the store yesterday. Last night was unlike any other time. There wasn’t going to be any bullshit this time around.“Listen very closely to me here, my little piggy. There are still some questions that I want some answers to. I will try not to upset you too badly, but I won’t put up with any smart ass answers like we started out with the first time, either. Remember what I said about Hell coming for you? You better believe that I meant every word of that. You with me, so far?”“I’m with you, Sir.”“Good. Now, I can’t be the Owner that you need and you. “This time of day I'm usually on the final leg from Preston to Waverley. And you know what the good thing about that is?”“No, tell me.”She sat down opposite me and took my hands in hers, her blue eyes looking deeply into mine. “It means that we have that long stretch from Carlisle to Haymarket when there's nothing much for me to do except see to the comfort of the passengers.” She stroked my hand as she spoke. “Comfort and pleasure. At least for one particular passenger. Have you been thinking.