She poured us both a glass of wine and sat down beside me on the couch. She was wearing a long flannel robe and slippers, I was in PJ’s (I wondered... where she got them but didn’t ask). The wine was starting to warm me up a little when she said, “My ankle is still sore would you mind rubbing it?” “No problem” I said and she took off her slippers and put her feet on my lap. Her feet were beautiful with toenails painted a nice shade of red, damn I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. I started. ”Ian nodded.Larry smiled at his acknowledgement before opening the door for him to leave. Helen rang him not long after Ian left; she wanted to know how the meeting had gone and he gave her a brief account.“I’ll get him to book us a room this evening,” she told him.“Make sure that he books it in his name and that he pays for it.”“Ian has to pay for it?”“Of course,” Larry told her. “It’s not the money; it’s all part of the cuckolding thing. The husband takes care of his wife’s comfort and. ”He left and I decided to make those calls to my friends. I was disappointed this time when I had to stand in line.Colonel Maggie walked up and asked, “Jack, what’s this I hear about you still needing shots for the pain?’I replied, “Sorry Sir! But that’s correct, the pain is still severe and I can’t have any more pills for the pain.”Colonel Maggie asked a hell of a question, “Well Jack, perhaps if you would rest instead of standing in line for the phone you would feel better.”I explained, “Sir!. "Ah, yes," she said, and didn't her eyes glance down at my open shirt once more? "I thought you looked--quite athletic. I'm doing psychology, with French and Spanish."Psychology? The way her brown eyes lingered on me, I wondered if she could read my mind. At that moment I was wondering what it would be like to kiss those full lips. But I grappled to hang on to my composure as I observed, "A lot to cram into a three-year course." It's a four-year course. I'll be an old woman of near twenty-five.