" she said. His eyes looked shocked. She pressed her lush body against his and whispered in his ear. "Mister Phinneas ... once ... just this once ... ...'d like you to squeeze my buttocks."She felt his hands slide very tentatively to her round bottom, whereupon they gave a convulsive, tiny, little squeeze. She pushed him away and smiled. "Thank you sir ... for everything. I misjudged you, and I'm sorry. I'll try not to make that mistake again."He looked back with slightly glazed eyes. "Could I. As we reached the door she almost stumbled and held on to the door post for a second. As she looked at me I noticed how pale her face was. The standing poses obviously hadn't helped her. I put my arm around her thin waist and looked straight into her wide eyes."When did you last eat?" I asked.She looked embarrassed at the question but I think its suddenness made her answer truthfully. "Dinnertime yesterday," she replied looing down at the floor.I suddenly decided to take charge of her. "Right!. She helped me stand up and then started dressing me. I’d never had anyone help me put my cloths on before, and it was pretty sexy. She took a small silk robe from the back of the door and slipped it on. Then she put her arms around me and gave me a sweet kiss on my lips and said she hoped that I enjoyed myself and that I’d come back. I paid her the money I owed, plus a nice tip, and I assured her that I did, and I would. I told her, in fact, I’d be back next week, and least once a week from now. He had gotten to know them each by name and they had come to respect the widower who made no judgments of them."Marcy, that you?" he asked peering through the darkness as he approached the two women."Yeah, me and Louise. Out for a stroll?" Just dropping off some doggy treats to Mrs. Cravens."A car pulled slowly to the curb and the two women sashayed over, showing their wares to the potential customer."Well, you take care now. The streets aren't safe you know," said Louise."You should be telling.