I was and I was feeling quite at ease that is until Emma dropped the following bombshell. “Don’t look now but behind you is someone I don’t thin... you should meet.” I immediately spun around unconsciously ignoring Emma’s hissed protests and exasperated groans. My gaze locked onto that of an old nemesis, Beverley. She and I had dated during our final year for about eighteen months but the split was incredibly acrimonious so much so that it led indirectly to me moving out to Australia permanently. . I’m here for Mr Gordon’s weekly massage service” she explained. Mr Gordon was Scotts father. He wasn’t aware that his father got a weekly massage, and he suspected that his mother didn’t either. It was a Tuesday and his mother had her regular lunch date with her girl friends at this time of day.Knowing that his father occasionally fucked Beth (his attractive business partner), Scott had suspicions that this young lady might be providing more than a straight massage service. He decided to. "You smirk disbelievingly as you read the note...but there is a pencil sitting right next to it. What's the harm in trying it out? You open the book to the first page, scrawling the name of the coffee shop across the top of it. You ponder for a moment, wondering what to write, before spotting the cute, redheaded barista working behind the counter. You put pencil to paper."Old Rule: The dress code requires female employees to be topless at all times."You gape as you watch the woman's white. Alarmed, he bent to remove them. Too late. His changing feet burst through the old leather, completely separating the uppers from the soles. At the same time his insteps cramped badly, forcing him to roll his weight onto the balls of his feet. The outer toes were merging, the inner ones thickening, and deep gray scales were appearing on his flesh. Forward of the insteps his feet had widened, allowing him to balance better with his heels raised so very high. A great deal of skin showed beyond.