"So, yer'nae upset?"He gave a wry smile. "No. I followed you. I didn't want you walking back through the town at night on your own." She gulped, and h... laughed at her concerned expression. "Just put a dressin' gown on. That wind got everywhere." Then why did'nae you... ?" Oh Abigail," Simon teased and took her hand. "If you wanted me to walk you home you would've asked." She stood akimbo at the bottom of the stairs glaring at him."Exactly. So yer did somet'ing yer knew ah would'nae a-like.". She emphatically agreed.We arrived at my place and I could instantly tell she was impressed with the house. The way she looked around and complemented everything she saw. It felt nice. I never had much to show off as a younger man. Always renting houses with friends. That’s not much to show off. But now I could show this beautiful women around a property I own. We settled on the patio furniture next to the fire pit, that I lit before sitting next to Amy and pulling her legs over my lap. Without. We had to wait though, because you were obviously depressed and who wouldn’t be with the loss of someone so important in your life."She continued, "But the public event tonight set the stage for a meeting and Master and I arranged that I would be seated next to you. Master encouraged me to convince you with whatever means I needed to bring you here so we could meet you in a proper setting. So please relax, we are excited to finally have this opportunity. Don’t you think I did a great job. ” He continued for a couple of innings until another fan spoke up.“Shut the fuck up and enjoy the game. Look at the name on the jersey, jackass.”Noticing that Marco was wearing a Bill Buckner jersey changed everything. Any true Met fan knew that Buckner letting the ball dribble past his legs helped assure the Met’s 1986 World Series victory. The drunk sent a few beers our way as an apology and we otherwise had a great time. People came up to Marco to slap him on the back and congratulate him on.