One Saturday night I went to a gig. Three local bands at the oh-so-cool Ex-Servicemen’s Club. The first lot, Plan W, were terrible, with an incompet...nt guitarist and a half-hearted girl singer who had lyric sheets on a music stand and wasn’t sexy enough to inspire a fantasy even in someone as easily pleased as me.When the second band, The Boogie Boggers, turned out to be even worse, I gave it up as a bad job and cycled home.It was only about ten o’clock but the downstairs was in darkness and. I figured we would both just pretend the pictures never happened, but I was obviously very wrong. I cleared my throat, "Well, well. I'm not used to my friends getting such an eyeful," I said a little chastising. He'd forgotten what he'd told me repeatedly throughout our online conversations, which was that we were meeting as friends. He wanted me to know that he was interested in me as a person and as a woman. I believed his intentions were true, but I didn't want him to rush into something he. " she replied. "Yes!" Good, cause I got lots of questions for you." I'm glad," she said. "But I'm not at liberty to explain anything untilyour final procedure." But how..." Just trust..." Brenda said turning off the lights.Paul's body stiffened under the towel on the table. He had not expectedso much secrecy. Why had he agreed to come here in the first place!"Close your eyes, Paul," Brenda said, her voice strangely lulling. "Andjust feel what your body is feeling."Brenda didn't answer and. She lied on her tummy and I took out my shirt, trouser and I was in my shorts only. I started giving her bare hand massage on her neck and shoulders. I pressed, caressed and slowly kneaded her shoulders, nape of the neck and went down doing it on her whole back. I caressed and pressed her sides of the back, tossing my fingers and palm of my hands into her muscles.I slowly and slowly kneaded her at right places. I went up and gave a massage to her upper arms. I then took oil poured on her back.