Not that I'm a Scrabble enthusiast; it can be a bit too competitive to count as relaxation as far as I'm concerned.We sat on the rug on the floor, on ...pposite sides of the Scrabble board, and Sheila held out the cloth bag for Julie to take the first tile."P." Okay, let's see what I've got - W. You start."Julie took another six tiles and laid them on the little wooden letter rack. I kissed her bare shoulder as I moved my body to see what letters we had. Julie's brain was working faster than mine. A major goal of her slavery was to lose weight and improve her conditioning. Knowing that made Mark feel guilty. His own attention to conditioning had been spotty, at best. Blessed with an unusually high metabolism, Mark's only weight problem had been underweight. His build was basically good. It was his muscle mass and tone that he did not like to compare.Kathleen would be much more aware of conditioning when her project ended. He did not want her to be ashamed of him. Also, Karin and Gloria. Perhaps she could, knowing that it was just the two of them. It would be something, even if it wasn’t flashing, understood as an action observed by a stranger. Using both hands she pulled her skirt up at the back. She did it slowly, comforted by the deafening silence, pleased to be doing something for the husband she’d dragged into an adventure she herself was now having second thoughts about.Once her skirt was up, something gave. It wasn’t so bad after all. If it wasn’t quite the thrill she’d. She gave a light moan as his hands caressed her shoulders and began to rub the tense knots from them as the candlelight laying at all four corners of the paper bounced off of them, onto the walls, and back. ‘So what is all of this for?’ She asked. ‘Shh. You don’t want to ruin it.’ She looked up at him and smiled and returned her head forward, enjoying every gentle touch, stroke, and rub he was applying to her body. He worked at relaxing her entire body with his hands and laying quick kisses.