”“Um ... Help me put the pillows where you want them. You want me sitting all the way up? So my boobs aren’t squashed flat?”“Oh. I didn’t ...hink of that. I was just trying to make you look comfortable.”“I was kidding. I think. Just show me what the artist wants.”“Okay. Let’s put these two up behind you so you can recline gracefully. Then put this one in front of you to rest your hand on. You can even hold your iPhone if you want to surf,” I said.“That would be nice. I don’t want to talk to. ’ ‘Is she housebroken? Or have you raised your standards?’ ‘Ha, ha. Very funny. The computer selected a financial planner, but the biographical information was all wrong. The person I met was completely different.’ ‘In a good way or a bad way?’ Rich asked. ‘I can’t say for sure. The woman who showed up was nearly my age, but definitely not a financial planner. She’s an IT geek with a Comp-Sci degree.’ ‘Well, at least she’s educated. That’s better than bimbo Sharon. Is she attractive?’ ‘Yes and. You know what I do, right?”“Scriptwriting?”“Yep. These days I get a lot of scripts from up and coming screenwriters asking for help in polishing their work as well as general questions they have about the business. I just look the scripts over and make notes or corrections where I see fit. I could use an assistant to help me weed out the good ones from the bad. Interested?”“Hell, yeah!”I was surprised by her enthusiasm.“Sorry. Just the thought of working with you, being around you every day,. Sweta responded to my touch very well. She was quiet and somewhat introverted, but I felt that she was experiencing a lot pleasure during the massage. I began slowly, with a couple of long, deep strokes extending from her shoulders down her spine to her buttocks — then back up to her shoulders. She moaned inaudibly and I could feel her lower back arch slightly, elevating her firm buttocks. I continued the steady, kneading motions, working my way down her back to her buttocks.When I arrived at.