Mark decides he will give me a message. I lay face down on the floor. He rubs my hands with warm oil. Starting gently on my neck, shoulders, and arms,...he begins to loosen my tight muscles. Applying more pressure, Mark can feel my body relaxing as his fingers slowly drift down my back.Concentrating on my lower back and sides, Mark applies the oil directly on my body. My sighs tells him that I am relaxed and enjoying his strong hands running up and down my spine. Mark moves to my legs and begins. "Sure. I should be done by then." I opened the door and said, "I'll see you later." "Later," he said and was soon pulling out into the traffic, so I went into the store and headed for the Crafts Department. Twenty minutes later, purchase in hand, I was outside the store. I found a bench under an awning and sat there to wait for my ride to return. An elderly couple sat next to me and we were soon entrenched in a conversation. The gentleman introduced himself at Stanley Patterson and the. *** I was awakened by sunlight and birds singing. The storms had passed in the night, giving way to what promised to be a beautiful day. Sitting up in bed, I looked at the empty space beside me where Chloe had slept. She must have slipped away early in the morning or even in the night. Too bad because my morning wood could really have used some feminine attention. Getting out of bed, I wandered out to the kitchen where, to my delight, I found Chloe. Wearing one of my shirts, she was brewing. I want her to stay longer. I want her to be our liaison.”“What laisn?”“My contact with the research team. Takashi-san works between the research team and me.”“Deal. No more.”“Yes, more. We are friends now. I can tell you about other things.”“What now?”“I have a satellite you will want to buy plans for, there are upgrades to make the T-4 (a military training fighter-jet) safer and a better trainer, and I have frictionless bearings for your conventional trains. Takashi-san and Dahlia can work out.