They Called Me Lady

The garlicky flavor of escargot had enveloped my senses. It had been a perfectly enchanting evening of roses, wine and romance. I nervously anticipated that Brant was planning to ask me back to his apartment. My cheeks flushed with arousal and excitement as I wondered if I should go with him because I had only met him a few hours ago. But he was so damn sexy as a little cowlick draped his forehead, drawing my avid attention to his deep blue eyes. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand wander up my thigh, slipping under my panties.

“Come home with me?” he pleaded in a husky sensual voice.

“Let’s go!” I capitulated, “but I need to use the restroom first.”

As I walked to the ladies’ room, I heard two men at a table whisper to me, “Lady, come over here for a minute.”

Out of curiosity, I stopped at their table but they didn’t say a word to me, just handed me a note. I continued on to the restroom where I opened the missive. “Run,” it said. My heart caught in my throat as I considered the meaning of this. I decided to not take any chances with my date and went back to the table and told him I couldn’t go home with him.

Fury bubbled up on his face as he stomped out of the restaurant, leaving me stranded alone at my table.

“Well, maybe those men were right,” I thought, “If he could anger so easily. I’m sure glad I didn’t go home with him. No telling what he would have done. Maybe he was a psychopath!”

Luckily, I had met him here at the restaurant, leaving my car in the parking lot. I paid the bill and headed out to my vehicle, watching carefully to make sure my date wasn’t anywhere in sight. I saw the two gentlemen who had warned me and thanked them profusely. All of a sudden, the men grabbed me and threw me into the back seat of their car.

“We told you to run!” they chorused in unison.