Mia sat down to finish her coffee. Dave – could that really be his name? He didn’t look like a Dave to her – anyway, whatever his real name, he’d left first as usual. It had been his idea. Let him have a head start of five minutes so that he could get well clear of the apartment and watch out for anyone who picked Mia up as she came out.<br/><br/>He was good this Dave, if that was his name. She’d never caught sight of him following her. But that was the point, wasn’t it? He wasn’t supposed to be seen. He was supposed to catch anyone who was following her. And so far he had not spotted anyone. Odd, because Mia still felt like there was someone there, all the time. But of course there was someone there now, Dave, so she shouldn’t be surprised at feeling like this.<br/><br/>He’d been very respectful of her too. Not what she had expected from a rapist – a former rapist. But he had kept his distance. Hadn’t watched her when she moved around half-dressed. Hadn’t touched her, or even rubbed against her when they met in a doorway. Hadn’t even made a pass at her. She wondered if he was gay, but he didn’t come across that way. Quite the opposite. But she’d have thought he’d have tried to take advantage of his position, being alone with her all night. But he hadn’t. Which just showed how wrong it was to judge someone by their past. He was a decent respectful trustworthy guy.<br/><br/>Actually, she had to admit that, after her early caution, she had grown to like him. Sometimes at night, she wished he’d knock at her door and ask if she was OK, just so she could invite him in, just for a chat. She didn’t normally have to chase after guys, they usually flocked round her. Was that it? Was that was attracted her to him? That she would have to go after him? Not her usual style, not at all. But she had been tempted lately, once or twice, in the dark.