A few minutes into the cab ride, Charlie noticed the man's hand creeping over to Ann's leg. And a moment later, he was caressing it.
Charlie looked at him and the guy smiled.
Then the guy's hand moved up under Ann's dress towards her crotch.
Charlie was becoming uncomfortable. Who was this guy? Was he Ann's boyfriend?
He looked at the guy again. "Not now," he said, hoping that would back him off.
The guy smiled again, then retreated his hand. "At my apartment, then?"
"Uh ... sure."
"I can't wait."
I can, Charlie thought.
A few minutes later, the taxi stopped and Charlie stepped out. The guy paid the cabby and they both walked into the apartment building, while the taxi sped away.
As they walked to the elevator, Charlie stumbled twice. He wasn't used to walking in high heels, obviously. Both times, the guy caught him.
"Ann, are you okay?" he asked, as they rode the elevator up.
"Yeah. I'm just kind of ... dizzy. I might need to sit down."
"Well, we're almost there," he said, looking up at the glowing floor numbers. 7, 8, 9, 10. It stopped at ten and the doors opened. They walked down the corridor and stopped at a door numbered 1005. "Here we are," he said, smiling. Then he opened the door and they walked inside.
