Had he thrown her down on the couch after she had agreed, she would have closed her eyes and opened her legs. This teasing, this kissing, this strippi...ng her in the light of all those candles, was producing a real anxiety. She knew how the evening would end. She no longer had any idea what would come in between. Even so, the kisses were exciting. Being asked to call him ‘Charles,’ being waited upon by a maidservant, these opened up exciting possibilities while his kisses and possessive hands. Maybe she was talking in her sleep, or not yet lucid from just waking up. She turned to me, looked my straight in the eyes and said, “Why did you stop just as it was getting good?” That’s all of the encouragement I needed to continue my foot massage, and this time I wasn’t shy about it. I vigorously massaged her feet with confidence. I massaged each toe, then pressed my thumbs firmly into her arches, rubbing them up and down the length of her soles. She laid her head back on the pillow and. "I need someone who can go in with me and bring about a change. Someone who the books don't recognize..." She slowly turns to look at you. Alarms go off in your head."What? No way!" You back up. "You nuttier than a fruitcake! Even if I did believe all this, I don't want to be sucked into some stupid fairy tale!" Please!" Doe pleaded. "You have to help me! If the boss comes back and finds out what happens, he will have my head! That's not a joke, either!" Her eyes danced with fear. "This is. No I’m not ambidextrous. But I would rather have a lethal weapon in my strongest hand. It would be unlikely that I would get the chance to beat the brother with my war club/walking stick, but I could hope. I did have the, 22 mag in my left pocket, just in case.We started walking and scanning for snipers. Supposedly the park was being scanned by an infrared drone. We didn’t get any notification of anything. I was expecting a simple three mile walk. Since I did it every day, I didn’t really mind.