”“Just a moment. Who shall I say is calling?”“My name is Allison Terry. Ms Calloway should be expecting my call.”“Of course. Please hold.�...�The voice at the other end of the telephone was softly spoken. Allison couldn’t help wondering if it came from one of Ms Calloway’s clients, pressed into service as her receptionist.Ms Calloway’s voice on the other hand was brisk. “June Calloway, how can I help?”Allison tried to imagine the person on the other end of the line. June didn’t sound like she was. Okay, Sweetheart?" "Mmmm. Okay." "Now just lie down and make sure your face fits comfortably into that hole up there."Liberally coating his hands with the now warm massage oil, Robbie started her massage with those areas that he could easily access with her robe still completely intact. He started with her toes and feet, being careful to avoid tickling her as he worked on each individual toe and then using strong fingers to probe and stroke the tops of her feet and then the soles while holding. Windust lifted his head up so she could touch him and snuffled at her sandy hair. She laughed joyously. ‘Nice to meet you as well, Windust. Who owns him?’ ‘The track owns him. I’m Larry, his trainer and he isn’t long for this world. When a horse is as badly injured as he is, he is no longer valuable to the sport. Veterinarian bills are exceedingly expensive. It pains me to have to end his short life.’ He explained, his voice full of emotion. ‘Then why end it? It’s up to you whether he lives or. Ok here goes. Due to my age at the time, I will just give the approximate years this occurred and you can do the math if you want. I'm currently 49 years old and back in 1977, my dad got a really good job so we were able to buy a home rather than rent. It was in a small community, mostly older couples with k**s alot older than myself but eventually more people my age or close moved into the neighborhood. There was one that was VERY special. Yes a family of four with two daughters ( one in my.