I just want you to take the knots out of my thighs.”When I put my hands under the sheet, I realized the purpose of the sheet. She was not wearing an...y shalwar underneath. She saw the surprised look on my face and smiled. She said, “Are you okay with it?”“Yes, I guess. I mean yes.” I stuttered. “But I don’t know where to touch because I really can’t see.”She said, “Don’t worry about that. You are my nephew. You can touch wherever necessary.”“But...” I didn’t know how to tell her that I was afraid. Otherwise, all Tiffany has to do is call for Bob and the performance is over. No means no."Bob stuck his thick, neckless head in the door and gave us a quick wave. He looked like he could crush me with his pinky and would enjoy the opportunity. I was planning to show respect."Any questions?"After a few seconds, the devil on my shoulder made his presence known. "Is this clothing optional for us as well?"Ms. Reynolds smiled at my devil. "Respect, Mr. McAllen. But yes, that is your choice."The. I somehow knew to leave the knife in place because pulling it out would make it bleed more. I was going to pressed down hard on the wound, but it seemed that made the knife go deeper. Other people began to gather around, and I asked two of them to hold the man as still as possible while I continued direct pressure around the wound.Suddenly the man went still and exhaled. I immediately checked his neck for a pulse and there was none. I hollered out that the guys heart had stopped and that. " "You have neuroses?" Dom feigned surprise. "Oh, tons," she said. "You already know about the rats. I'll tell you the rest next time I see you." Then she blushed bright red at the casual assumption she'd made. "So, you want to see me again?" he asked, more pleased than he wanted to admit. "Yes, yes, I do," she said more firmly. In for a penny… she thought. "Well, that's handy," he said, "since I'd like to see you, too." "Oh, good," she said, sighing in relief. "I was…well, I was worried you.