What else?

I shrugged. "I guess we can discuss it over dinner. How do you want to work that out?"

Chloe smiled. "It's funny, if I were about 5 feet further away I would have been overjoyed that you said yes. That's the thing though, isn't it? Anyway, can we eat at your place? I live in an apartment and I don't want my neighbors to drop their cigarettes and burn the place down."

I agreed. I had my suspicions, but what did I have to lose? It only now occurred to me how lonely I'd been. Just having another person to talk to was a breath of fresh air. "So how do we do this? I usually bike down here, but I assume you've driven. I hid my bike about a quarter mile away so that won't be a problem."

She nodded. "If you'd like, maybe you can drive my car while I ride shotgun." She blushed a little at the thought of being that close to me. "I won't make a great conversationalist, but I don't mind if you, um, do things to me."

"Do things to you?"

She looked even more flustered. "Yeah, I mean, when I'm all zoned out and stuff. If you wanna like, touch me, or have me touch you... I don't mind if you do stuff. Even, uh, road head."

This was getting really awkward. "I don't know. Let's just try to get back to my place and figure things out over dinner."

She nodded. "Sorry if I was too forward. Hey, can I help you get the bags into my car?" She took a few steps forward then stopped. She let out a deep sigh. "Wow, that's powerful. I barely got any closer to you and I just... stopped wanting to walk." She tentatively took another step forward. "Mmm. I think it's getting to me. You'll have to load the stuff yourself. Or at least give me really good instructions."

It was weird hearing it described aloud like that. She stood there, staring glassily at me. "Chloe, take another step toward me." She stepped forward. "Another." She stepped forward again.

At this point she was about 10 feet away and very unfocused. I waited a second to see if she'd say anything on her own, but she just stood swaying slightly.

"Chloe," I spoke slowly, "tell me how you feel right now."

"Good." She replied breathily. I could barely hear her. "Real good."

This was starting to turn me on too. "Chloe, describe how you feel. Details, please."

"I'm not thinking very well. I feel slow and lazy, but really good. I feel really horny right now." After she spoke, her lips remained slightly parted.

"Good, good. Chloe, please come stand in front of me."

She dutifully walked forward. Each step seemed to sap some of her will until we were face to face. Her eyes were vacant but her breathing was heavy. "Chloe, please open the trunk and load these bags into it."

She stood still for a second, processing my commands. Finally, she walked around to the trunk and opened it. She glanced about for the bags. Finally she looked to me. "Bags?"

I chuckled and handed them to her. She dropped each unceremoniously into the trunk. When she was finished, she stood staring into the trunk, lacking even the drive to straighten up.

"Chloe, close the trunk and get into the passenger seat."

She did as she was told. I slid in next to her and asked for the keys. Before we took off, I thought of something.

"Have you left anything here? Is there any way anyone can trace our actions tonight?"

"No." She responded in a thick monotone.

With that, I put the car in gear and we drove into the night.