’ ‘And I’m to blame for that?’ ‘Be a gentleman and carry the blame.’ ‘No, that’s chicken shit. You carry the blame for your own foible...s.’ ‘Foibles. How do you know a word like foibles?’ ‘My mom uses it occasionally and grandma uses it.’ Dorothy soothed. ‘Here is your coffee. If I put it down promise not to throw it at one another?’ ‘It’s cool Dorothy. We won’t trade blows. We are just two turkeys who have been strangers for a while shifting about to find our pecking order.’ ‘What the fuck are. She looked a bit calmer, but still deeply upset. Her face was flushed. A faint scent of alcohol came to him; she'd had a drink, maybe more than one."Sam," his mother said.Sam sat up on his bed. "I'm sorry we upset you, Mom."Caroline drew in a breath, then let it out. "But not sorry for what you did?" No," Sam said. "Not really."His mother closed her eyes, then opened them. "Joan said that today was the first time you... did this. Is that true?" Yes," Sam said."Why?!" Caroline demanded, then. " Well, I don't think you're bent over low enough," I suggested.Cindy tried lower but got frustrated, stating, "When I do that I can't see in the mirror properly."Thinking rapidly, I got her to go and get on the bed facing the mirror, then I got an empty shoe box out of the closet. Squashing it a little first, I wedged it behind the mirror at the top. As I'd hoped, it moved the angle down. My wife knelt on hands and knees and remarked, "That's better, thanks." Joining her on the bed, I knelt. I told no I shall wear shorts as it would disturb me while massaging. But they were adamant on their decision hence I had to remove my dress too.They both laid on the mat side by side facing the roof. I came in between them keeping the oil pod in the center. took good amount of oil in both hands, applied oil from legs.I applied one round on oil on their bodies in each hands giving equal importance to them.Then I went down kept their feet on my thighs and started rubbing with oil, applying.