Lots of talking and Ingrid gets to know Tori

The ‘Date’ was to spend the day walking around town. Ingrid didn’t **** anything but Tori found herself hanging off her leather sleeved arm. Tori looked over the woman as she took off her trench coat; the red haired woman wore a red wool turtleneck sweater, a black leather waist coat, a black leather knee length A-Line skirt, and a pair of black over the knee boots. The waiter helped Tori out of her jacket and she felt under dressed compared to Ingrid; A pair of jeans and a New York Mets sweatshirt. It still amazed Tori how Ingrid had known what Tori wanted at lunch after asking a few unrelated questions.

“What are the specials?” Ingrid asked the waiter.

“Lobster Ravioli with a starter salad and house sherbet,” The waiter said picking up the menus on the other table, “Did you know what you wanted or need a minute?”

“Two orders of the special,” Ingrid spoke up, “She wants a vinaigrette dressing on her salad and put side of ranch in a cup for mine please, diet sprite for her, and a glass of water for me.”

“I’ll get that right away for you ladies,” the waiter smiled.

“How did you know that?” Tori asked, “I know at lunch you guessed what I wanted after asking me questions… but…”

“Well for one, you are a lot like my cousin… He had a form of Autism. That and my training from my time in the He… Army,” Ingrid said.

“What do you mean he had a form?” Tori asked.

“He was killed by a drunk driver two years ago,” Ingrid looked down for a second, then looked back up, “You remind me of him in so many ways.”

“I am so sorry,” Tori said.

“It is alright,” Ingrid **** herself to smile.

“So what did you do in the army that was makes you so good at understanding me?” Tori asked.

“You could say I was a police detective,” Ingrid said, “But if I was in a World War Two film, I would be the officer in the small room across the table from the captured soldier.”

“So you got to play with the whips and chains,” Tori joked.

“Never at work,” Ingrid smiled a wicked smile, “But, back to your question, I was trained to watch and notice details about the person and their behavior.”

“Ok, so you read people for the Army,” Tori said, “And you played with whips and chains on your own time…”

“Only women that were special to me,” Ingrid smiled.

“Ladies,” the waiter came back and placed their drinks and salads in front of them.

*

Tori laid in bed fingering herself. She couldn’t stop thinking of Ingrid tying her up and using whips on her. Tori wondered if she was actually falling love.