“Your skin is so dry, Mr. Jameson that I’ll need to put some moisturizing lotion on it so my hands won’t bruise you.” She poured some oil in o...e hand and reached under the sheet, starting at my knee. She used both hands, pulling, pushing and kneading the leg, working her way up my body.When she was ready to work on my upper thigh, she applied more oil to one hand, lifted the sheet and slapped her hand on my upper thigh. It didn’t hurt, but it splashed some of the oil on the crotch of my boxers.. When you meet some people, you just know they’ll be in your life going forward. When I greeted her at the door, she made me nervous. Her short blond hair complimented her round face, and large blue eyes. When we were introduced I actually felt nervous, her bright smile unexpectedly overwhelming my heart. Out back she walked around in her swimsuit. I found myself following her around like a puppy-dog. I scolded myself for being so obvious. Eventually I found myself in the pool with Dan. Our. Despite having all the pain that comes with labor, Sharon again failed to dilate. With the doctor’s declaration, I swallowed and mentally prepared myself for what was to come. Sharon was wheeled away for preparation for surgery. I accompanied our doctor to scrub up and get into my own set of surgical scrubs. Boy did I feel important! All was good until I went into the operating room. There, in the middle of the room, lay my wife on a stainless-steel operating table. She had a sheet covering her. My wife returned and the waiter held her chair as she sat. Dave and I reseated ourselves.Before she could ask about the appetizer, I told her about the don’t ask, don’t tell rule to save her any embarrassment.Then the soup arrived it too was delicious. It was onion based, but wasn’t covered with a layer of cheese like I’ve seen French onion soup have.Then they served the most magnificent prime rib I have ever had in my life. After the rib the maitre d’ once again whispered in Dave’s ear. Dave.