This is a continuation of my time with Rach.
To recap, Rachel and I saw each other pretty much a couple of days a week, sometimes more but never less. This carried on for a good 4-6 weeks, when she asked about that lift I mentioned in [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jaet2u/my_time_with_rachel_f/).
She had old friends, and wanted a night out in Manchester, so I said I’d happily give her a lift up. It was obvious she was staying at mine, although her and the mates booked a room in town for Saturday.
That week, we saw each other on the Wednesday, and I could tell she was excited about seeing her mates, but in hindsight also about seeing where I lived and getting time together.
Friday rolls around, it was glorious and sunny all day. I send her a text around lunch time.
“just checking we’re still on for this weekend?”.
“Just picking my outfits and heels, get me whenever”
I had meetings until 2, and I didn’t want to push my luck considering my day rate. I let her know it’ll be about 3.