As Hannah drove closer and closer to the address Jon had given her, she got worried.  Not about what was going to happen--she had closed that line of thought up in a certain spot in the back of her mind.  No, she began to worry about something much simpler.  Parking.  The houses in this neighborhood were crammed close together and didn't have garages.  It should have occurred to Hannah earlier, but didn't until now, that she might have to park on the street or right next to the man's house.  As far as she could tell none of the photographers had followed her, but what would happen if one did, or someone happened to notice her car for some reason.  It certainly was nicer than most here.<br/><br/>So when she reached the address, Hannah just slowed down, ready to just leave and text Jon an apology.  She crept past his address, noting the house with interest.  However, the open gate and the space beyond caught her eye.  With a relieved grin, Hannah realized he had thought of it all.  With her next breath, she realized she therefore didn't have an easy out.<br/><br/>Pulling in past the gate and into the fenced area behind, Hannah looked around appraisingly for watching eyes or other signs of worry before finally settling on the man sitting on the stoop.  She cut the engine and looked at him for a moment wondering just what the hell she was doing before she open the car door.  Her legs swung out first, carefully, avoiding a panty shot as she was conditioned to do, though of course that was a rather foolish worry at the moment.  She wore a pair of black mary janes and a simple black skirt, her tan legs needing very little decoration.  Hannah had topped it off with a peasant blouse, embroidered and loose.  For some reason she had felt she should dress modestly on the outside, perhaps to be sure she didn't give the paparazzi the impression something interesting was happening.  Perhaps out of stubbornness.  Giving Jon a small half wave, she shut the door and walked to his back steps.