I saw he had the eggs ready to put into the omelet pan, with sliced mushrooms and shallots already sautéed. He looked up as we made our entrance, and...I could see by his face that something was up. He looked chagrined, mostly. I said, “Okay, Andrew, what did you do?”“I didn’t do anything. Ask the girls. I didn’t do anything, did I girls?”Emma was the one who spoke. I’m beginning to think she is their representative in the verbal world. They can all speak, but Emma is the only one who likes to. I was pushy. And she gave in.She had curly black hair that hung past her shoulders and glasses with black frames. She was Hispanic and fit with small breasts. She wore a gray V-neck pullover sweater, a black skirt, black tights, and black flats. We sat at the bar and I directed the conversation. She had recently ended things with a boyfriend. She'd always been curious about women but so far had only kissed and touched over the clothes. She'd talked to a few people on Tinder but always. She abruptly pulled away, brushing her wild disheveled hair from her face and gave a furtive glance towards the restaurant and muttered, “let’s go”. They were still recovering their breath as the car pulled into the street. He was a little embarrassed by the moisture in his boxers but sort of chuckled when he noticed she was shifting uncomfortably in her seat as well. She stole a glance at him with narrowed eyes when he chuckled and then they both began to laugh. He held her hand and she pulled. " I see," he replied, raising his eyebrows. "Well, I will let you be on your way ... ma'am."Red shot him a puzzled look as he stopped and she continued on. She really HADN'T wanted him to leave her so soon. On the other hand, she was also familiar with the old adage "never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing", so despite urges to the contrary, she kept walking.Now, the "wolf" knew that the path Red traveled, only led to one cottage and that an elderly woman lived there by herself. Putting two and.