"Could you give me one?"I am not too sure but I think we both blushed at the same time before I told her that I could try. I stopped the massage and ...she turned to face me, her face still red. She asked me what she had to do and rather than pushing my luck for asking too much I instructed her to lie on the sofa face down. She kicked her slippers off and did as I asked.She asked me what she was to do with her hands and I told her to just get comfortable. It didn't matter if her hands were. Surely she wasn't asking such a stupid question as that? Ah yes, the delusion. He decided that he'd humour her and thought back to what he learnt about the convict times. "Well, the police are like the Marines, they keep law and order."Sarah shriveled up inside, though she didn't let it show on her face. This came naturally when it came to dealing with the marines, who could pretty much do anything they wanted with the convicts and ex-convicts. Beat them, whip them, kill them, whatever they. He was pretending to fiddle around with the electrical stuff and talk on his radio but I knew he was looking at me. His hand would adjust his package a little more than the usual. Just then I heard a knock on the door. I remembered I was expecting a package I needed to sign for so even though I didn't want to pause my little flirt fantasy I quickly grabbed a robe put it on and ran to the door. I realized that my fishnet stocking toes and a little bit of the dress would be noticeable if the UPS. In other words make this a one stop shopping trip. I’ll pick him up at five thirty,” I declared. It was a clumsy hug that I gave him. Then I left him at the Vet’s mercy.I drove to the SJL office like a bat out of hell. I arrived there before twelve, but not a lot before. I had spent at least an hour in the vets waiting room. Then I stopped at the Piggly Wiggly to pick up some canned dog food, and some Kibble, just in case he was okay.“So,” I said when I entered the office. “Where is.