Stephanie wondered about that. Maybe Darren and I aren't the only ones who were unhappy with the relationship. It was better, she sighed. And damn him... his idea was working. I think he spends twice as much time on these fantasy dates as I do. Maybe I should do more?She was still thinking about that as she sat in the bathtub, reveling in the soft bubbles and warm water.The drive to Madame Rousseau's was tedious with all the commuters struggling to get home early Friday to be with their families.. I got comfy on the couch and waited. She came down and was wearing a shorter nightie that just slightly covered her ass and panties. I offered to scratch her back, which she accepted. She stood in front of me, her ass level with my face and lifted the nightie to her shoulders before sitting down. My hands were shaking as I started my routine. I got to her breasts and tonight her arms and hands were at her sides. I scratched a bit more flesh than before and she relaxed. My hands ventured. I have no idea. I will bring this up on Monday evening when we have our next meeting. Maybe Julie can do some work ahead of that meeting.”“What’s Ken selling this for?” Maddy asked.“I’ll put you in touch with Ken and you’ll have to work that out between you. I am not a real estate agent, and as far as I know there’ll be no commission to anybody, so you’ll both save money on that account. You work it out with him. I’ll get information about your dues as soon as possible.”Dave turned to the two. I waited for the right opportunity and it came one night when we were watching a tennis match on TV. I knew that the player from Europe would win over the American player. Tara was sure the American player would win. I said, "Let's make a bet. If you win, you get one day of anything you want. if I win, I get one day of anything I want. And whoever loses, cannot say No to the winner."She was so sure the American would win, she jumped right in on the bet. She was going to get a couple of new.