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She went back into the bedroom and opened a drawer and pulled out a large black lace scarf that she could wear around her shoulders. She picked up her small purse.
    He opened the door for her. She went through and hesitated. The vehicle was a large black sedan. It had a BMW emblem on the front. He went around her to open the door. She got in and waited until he got in behind the wheel before she asked, “Is my house locked?”
    He smiled that crooked smile. “Believe me, no one will bother it.”
    She watched her house as they backed out. “What did you do, pee on the lawn like a wolf?” This came out with a snap to her voice.
    “You really have an imagination.” He glanced over at her and then his eyes returned to the road. “Or are you just trying to agitate me?”
    They drove in silence for almost forty-five minutes. She recognized that they had moved into a busy area with dark bars lit by neon signs and long lines. Finally he pulled up in front of a restaurant that seemed to be very busy. It had valet, but there were several cars already at the curb. He just pulled up beside one of the cars and got out. Someone seemed to recognize him, because a young man immediately ran over to take his keys as he came around to open her door and help her out.
    She pulled her lace wrap around her as he assisted her to weave between the cars and walk up to the double doors that were being held open for them. He held her lightly by her elbow as they entered and the maître d’ approached, all smiles. He indicated that their table was ready. She did not say anything but just turned and followed the smiling man in the tux. She felt him let go of her elbow but he also pulled the lace wrap down and off. She glanced back at him but there was no expression on his face as he laid the lace over his arm.
    They were seated at one side, in a corner that left her back to the room and left him where he could look at her, but more important, over her at the entire room. She wondered if when he went out, he always chose a location for himself that let him see what was going on. She found this preferable, as she did not want those cool pale eyes on her all the time.
    A waiter came and she heard him order for them in his low velvet voice but she couldn’t have repeated what they were getting. It was a short time and drinks were set in front of them. White wine for her and what she guessed was whiskey over ice for him.
    “You drink?” She tipped her glass towards his.
    “I have acquired the taste for a good malt whiskey over the years.” He raised his glass and saluted her.
    She looked over her shoulder at the rich surroundings and the well-dressed people in the well-spaced tables. This expensive restaurant had given all their guests room for privacy with lots of plants, marble statues and some classic dividers. “Exactly what is this all about? I don’t understand this lesson. I sure didn’t like the first one but at least I understood it.” She looked down at the wine glass and moved it around to have something to do with her hands. The waiter brought a soup and set it down in front of her. She noted that none was put in front of him. There was also a plate with some flat bread put in the middle of the table.
    “Eat your meal.” He sipped his whiskey and sat back in his chair. She frowned, picked up the spoon and tried the soup. It was really good. She decided to look down and just enjoy. After all she could not afford such an expensive restaurant. She was half way through the bowl when a sudden chill hit her back and she sat up suddenly, looking at him. It was not him, but he was watching her closely. She put the spoon down and sat up straight. She was trying to decide to look around the room when he spoke very low.
    “So you did feel him. Interesting. Don’t look around and when he approaches don’t react. You are under the protection of the Council and I am their arm. Sometimes it has to be tested.” His voice was almost a