There must have been fifty pairs of shoes in every colorconceivable. Nearly all of them were high heels. Even theriding boots had a substantial heel o... them. While I waslooking through the armoires, Chris had moved over to thedresser."Hey Rikki, you can see me in the valentine boxers when Isee you in this," Chris said holding up red satin pantieswith dangling garter straps."Not likely! Okay, you've had your fun. It's beeninteresting, now change us back to normal."Chris reached over and began. When she went to the travel agency some weeks ago, looking for a lonely place to reward herself with a two week holiday after finishing her grad studies, she never thought that there could be such an isolated paradise on Earth. They recommended this unknown place, a tiny fishing port far from anywhere, with a unique beach you could only reach after a half an hour walk.It was her third day there and, as incredible as it may seem, she still didn’t see anyone on the beach; just a few small fishing. "Why are you asking me this now?" I just don't want to do anything that you might not want me to do." Where?" At the Deska Inn restaurant." Cassie, Clayton Brenner is not one of my favorite people." I know, but we were friends back in school." Cassie, you weren't his friend, you were a notch on his belt."She said nothing and the pause was maddening."When did he call you?" Yesterday." Why are you telling me now?"There was another silent moment, with this one longer than the first one."I am not. She told me to take off my shirt and lay down on the floor in the living room. She then proceeded to give me a pretty decent back massage but it was not at all sensual or erotic. This scenario repeated itself almost every day for a week and then one day she asked me to rub her back. We then started exchanging rubs each day after my Dad left for work. She normally wore a bath robe around the house and during her rubs. I started pretty professionally, keeping my hands on her back or legs.