He was a little proud of himself as he walked out the store with his purchases.Monday was a quiet day till he received a phone call from Kim who lived...across the street. This time she said, that her garbage disposal no longer worked. She asked Bret if he could come over and have a look. Bret told her he needed to gather up some tools and would be over in half an hour.When she responded to his pressing the doorbell button, he was a little surprised. She had on a somewhat tight sweater but what. It feels like forever before I feel the bed begin to cave under your weight as you join me there. I feel your hands rub my ass cheeks, softly moving in circles as you kneel to the left of me. Your left hand moves up to caress the small of my back. Whack! I hadn’t noticed your right hand leave my ass, but the feel of it landing on my ass made me lunge forward. Again and again, your hand is raised, hitting my ass all over. I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks and know that if I could see. “That was a big help,” she said. “Those errors, although minor, would have made me look careless, and I really needed all the sleep I got last night.”She came home smiling but wincing, holding her shoes in her hands. “It went well, but my feet are killing me. I’m out of practice with high heels.”Leading her to the easy chair, I raised her legs and knelt to massage her sore feet.“I’m exhausted, and still on my period,” she warned me not to expect the physical contact to turn into something. "Plenty. They just happen to be taken,or not interested." That is odd." Kim poured himself more of the alcohol. "You aren't half-bad looking, and make decent money. What's not to like?" If I knew, I'd try to change it." Maybe you are barking at the wrong tree. Maybe you should be lookingfor a man." He smiled. "Don't pretend I haven't seen how you look atme."My heart must have jumped up to somewhere around my throat. I collectedmyself and smiled back. This was Kim after all."I can't pretend you.