. . Sam I haven’t seen her smile that much since John Bennett died. Actually, since even before that. ‘Did you know she and John Bennett were havi...g problems, and almost called the wedding off?’ I was stunned. ‘No, she never told me that,’ I said. ‘It was just a couple of days before the wedding, Jessie told me she wasn’t sure if she still loved John. She didn’t know if she could go through with the wedding. ‘Then John was killed. Did you know they had a terrible argument that night, and John. .. that is more than kind of you, but I don't want to put you out." You wouldn't be putting me out. We could go to my apartment now... if you have time. It's only several blocks from here."This was the last thing that Stephanie expected. "I don't know what to say."Kelly reached over and took her hand, rubbing it sensually, and said, "Say yes."A million thoughts went through Stephanie's head and there were at least that many reasons why she shouldn't do it, however, she found herself eagerly. She smiled beneficently. ‘Of course you have my permission, Sam.’ Sam sprang up from his knees and rushed into the common bathroom. He returned almost instantly with a small carrying case which he opened once he was back on his knees before her. The first item he took out was a pumice stone with which he carefully and fully smoothed down and away any dry skin and callus that was present on her feet. Once this was accomplished he took out a bottle of acetone, and pouring some onto cotton balls. "With my fingers entwined in hers, I made my way carefully, a little unsure of my steps, trusting she wouldn’t let me stumble. Cindy took up my other hand, which gave me more confidence. With my lovers to either side, we moved through what I thought was a sparse crowd of people. It was a strange experience, blind as I was, but one I wasn’t too uncomfortable with. Mostly, I was curious. My kitty nature kicking in, I guess, making me wonder what was going on and where we were going. My interest.