Lori kept touching my arm as we talked, sometimes giving it a light squeeze. At some point she removed her heels, crossed her right leg over her left,...and began kneading her foot. I said, "Lori, I give a great foot massage." "I bet you do!" She turned to lean against the bulkhead, raised the armrest between us, and moved her bare foot to my lap. I took my time, massaging each toe one my one, the underside of her foot and then her ankle. I could visible see her relax under my touch. I moved. He began to grow nervous again. Maybe she'd left. Maybe his little girl had hiked up to the police station, or was at a neighbor's house. Or maybe, he thought optimistically, she simply ran away. Maybe she was on the streets of the Cleveland ghetto right now, officially becoming the whore he knew she was.Then he saw her little silver purse on the kitchen counter. She hadn't run away. She was still in the house.He knew that he wasn't going to be able to relax until he confirmed this, though.. Slowly Mark got up and walked over to his closet where he opened up thedrawer with his lingerie stashed in. With a big smile Lisa appearedbehind him looking over his shoulder. "My my sissy, that's a lot ofpretty lingerie you have here. So many pretty matching sets as well. Whydon't you wear them all the time?" Lisa asked.When Mark didn't immediately answer Lisa spoke up again. "Well, let meguess. It is because you are embarrassed. Is that it? Of course it is,but I have news for you. I told you. "May I offer you some refreshment, Mr. Bouve? It was very kind of you to come so far on such a warm night." Aren't you going to read it, Mrs. Williams?" Bouve asked."Oh yes, but you have told me that Seth is all right. That is the important thing. I have some sherry. No liquor, I'm afraid, but perhaps just a glass of cool water or some buttermilk." Nothing, thank you, Mrs. Williams. I'll bid you good night. I must return home. Mrs. Bouve, you know, hasn't been well since..." His voice dropped,.