She half opened her eyes and smiled coyly at me. “A few…not all that many though…and none do it this nicely.” “Did Dad ever do this?” She ...aughed, “Heh! Nah, your dad wasn’t all that interested in things like…foot rubs.” It’s become out routine now, that every night she’ll come home, we’ll eat dinner, sit down on the couch afterwards and she’ll take her shoes and put her feet up on my lap and I’ll massage them. That was all interesting enough, but then yesterday night something different. And, his comment succeeded in stinging me a bit. "My word!" I said to myself. I shouldn't be playing racquetball in a skin tight pair of shorts and a sports bra that accentuates my cleavage; even if I do have the sexiest physique of any woman here."Hmmph! I'll just show you!" I said, and peeled out of my warm-ups. "There. I hope you're happy now, Jake!" I noticed Phil was having a hard time keeping his gaze at eye level, but he's always a gentleman and didn't allow himself the luxury of. Yes, it was pink and yes, it had tiny white flowers on it. Ifyou ignored the flowers and colors though, it didn't look all thedifferent from a boys shirt. I was even more surprised when he climbedanother step and I saw he was wearing even more ordinary looking bluejeans. "I thought you'd be wearing a skirt today."He stopped again and his smile wobbled. "Actually, I was gonna. ShouldI go back and change?"I realized right then he must be as nervous about talking to me as Iwas feeling. "No, you. This was why, the little girl had explained to him some time ago, her parents allowed her to run around naked in the back yard. The kids had discussed rigging up periscopes but had never gotten around to it.But they had tossed a ball back and forth, and once a paper airplane. This was why Paul thought that his plan had a chance: because it was based on something which had worked before. Of course, it might be one of her parents who found the note, instead of Paula, and he didn’t know if they.