I drove to the mall close to my mother in laws house and once inside tried to pick a spot where my wife would approach me from the rear. Once situated... I sat and pondered whether my wife would show up or not. Had I gone too far, did it mean that if Marge showed up she was willing to cheat on me? Well hell, if she was willing it was my own damn fault. My phone chirped, meaning a massage coming through. ‘Where are you? I’m here to meet you but only because I want to know who you are.’ I saw her. While toying with those hopeful thoughts and thrusting her thumps in Agatha’s sole, she felt Agatha’s other foot thud on her shoulder. She looked up from the sole she was massaging, to be greeted with Agatha’s cold stare. Apparently, Agatha didn’t need to ask her before using her as a footstool.The humiliation of it wasn’t even bothering her anymore. She had little dignity left to consider; however, she didn’t see herself getting used to her boss’s foot stench anytime soon.“Don’t forget to wipe. The dressing table was also full of her underclothes so they moved in a chest of drawers for Daniel to use while he stayed there. Liz helped him pack before they left Ealing but the distraction of recent events meant he didn't have nearly enough clothes and frequent washing kept him supplied with trousers and shirts and since he hadn't been out much while he was there problems hardly ever arose.Liz turned as he entered the room, "It's just about ready and I've put some bath oil in to get rid of. Where do you live?"Meg gave Ray her address and told him that he should just tell the guard at the gate who he was and whom he was coming to see. Meg would tell the guard that Ray was expected.On Friday Ray in walking up to Meg's front door hoped this wouldn't take too long. There was a NFL football game on television later that he wanted to watch.Meg answered the door and invited him in. It looked like she hadn't changed her outfit from what she would wear to work. She had on a knee length.