.. screaming to get out".Jenny paused briefly, then continued, "Think about it... all of our lives you have felt more comfortable in my company than a...y of you macho male friends, haven't you!"I looked her in the eyes and slowly nodded as I too realised she was right."And you were always comfortable shopping with me for clothes, and giving me your opinion as to what would look good on me... right!" she continued.Again I nodded, but with a bit more conviction this time."And you have never felt. Em picked it up. It was Damon from the house phone in the lobby. She said, “Ground floor, harbour view, to your right.” He knew the suite number. Three-quarters of an hour later Em was in one of her favourite massage positions. She was naked and on her back and her legs were spread wide. The big blue top sheet on the massage bed that had originally covered her from just above her breasts to half way down her thighs had been adjusted. It lay in rumpled disarray around her hips. The masseur. “Are you angry at me?” I asked cautiously. “No, I developed the habit of throwing my shoes when I’m calm.” I helped her get the useless panties off and sat beside her on the couch. She put her hand around my shoulder, then pulled me towards her. “George!” I looked at her, drowning in her blue eyes. “What are you really thinking?” she asked. “About what?” “About my predicament.” “I like this predicament of yours,” I said and knocked on the cast. “Really! Why?” “You can’t run away from. The thing that she didn’t know, that she didn’t allow herself to suspect was how Ryan felt about being up against her, his Jennie, as he thought of her.“My, my,” went his thoughts “Doesn’t she feel that wonderful!”His thought process was interrupted now, however, by Jennie’s loudly proclaimed congratulations: “Hail the conquering hero, the great and grand doctor!” she fairly trumpeted.He leaned back then and simply grinned at her. “How’s Jennie Buns?” he asked playfully.She hooted then and.