The pre-Easter clean-up was coming up.“I think I’ll go. do you want me to pick you up?” He’d walk to the church otherwise. She lived much furt...her away, but boyfriends picked up their girlfriends for such events, sensible driving or not.“I wasn’t thinking of going. We never have before.”“Well, MYF is doing it this year. I really think that we should.” And, since couples either both participated or neither did, they participated. The turn-out wasn’t what Marilyn wanted, but there were definite. "They specialize in body massages here. Trust me, you’re going to love it."For once, I’m speechless. Then I hear a soft voice next to my ear."We start now, sir?"It’s a question rather than a statement. She sounds Thai or Malaysian. Her English isn’t good, but she wants my permission to start the massage."Yes, of course. Please start."I feel the warm oil being poured onto my back, and then a pair of surprisingly firm hands start to rub me as I feel the weight of her slender body resting on the. "Oh my, I will have to go make sure everything has a top on it. Talk to you later Maxine," she said turning her attention away from me and to the food. I didn't mind at all.I went to the bridge to meet the captain. I wanted to know if he planned to give me trouble. "So Captain, have you sailed this ship before?" This was never my ship, but I have sailed her since we both retired. I get pulled out of retirement every couple of months to carry a special load somewhere." Ever been to Somalia?" I. I did not want to let him go. I wanted him scissored between my thighs forever. And he wanted my thighs to scissor him forever. The perfect match! We were so happy we couldn’t believe it. I quoted another song for him: “I only have thighs for you”. It was like a preview of our wedding vows and we got married shortly after our first scissor session.In the coming months I would scissor him almost every day. On occasions we tried some competitive wrestling and I beat him almost every time. Even if.