Yes, you head up to her apartment with her

Your trip is long, uncomfortable and dark, with an undertone of worry nagging at you the whole time.

You feel a little sore when Sarah finally opens the trunk, but you're realized to see the light streaming into your cramped traveling space.

"Get up, boy. I'm not paying you to lie around."

She's got a bit of a laugh in her voice as she speaks; she's naturally not paying you at all. It's a little demeaning being called 'boy' too...you're about as old as she is. Not that you're complaining...the casual **** this girl's been heaping on you since you've met her is the reason why you're still following her around after all.

You climb out of the trunk as quickly as you can manage, mumbling an apology as Sarah begins walking from her parking spot to her building without checking if you're following. You still have her bag, so you carry that as you trail after her.

You're led to the elevator, and Sarah hits the button for the eleventh floor. Your anticipation builds as you get closer to the dominant girl's residence...unlike in the store, there are no prying eyes here. You can't predict what she'll ask, or demand, of you, and your imagination is driving you wild.