“I like you, too,” I said, smiling.A month later, even though we had been out on a dozen dates and had spent hours trading gentle kisses, we didn�...�t refer to each other as “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” in any verbal way. Our co-workers at school knew we were going out, but we didn’t display the kind of public affection that most couples display in that situation.We never talked about what was going to happen next. We talked about pretty much everything else, from philosophy to politics, but not. I told Beth that giving her this massage and feeling her back and ass was turning me on and that I was getting very sexually aroused. She said SHHHHH I feel the same way please don’t stop. I told Beth if any of my massage was making her feel pain or discomfort to let me know and I would stop. I also told her if something feels good to also let me know so I could concentrate on that area.I kept going with the back massage working closer and closer to the bottom and crack of her ass. My hands. They cheerfully beat me up, which lowered their tensions and stress levels. Kate’s report was similar to Heather’s. They were working hard, but were too out of shape to keep up with everyone else.“Remember, they all have years of training ahead of you. Just keep working and you will catch up. You also have the Gates. None of the regular employees do.”“We went in a Violet Thursday after school, with a trainer.”“What did you get?”“Centipedes and millipede boss. They weren’t bad. Kate and I have. Massive but mild and even tempered.Once settled in the chair, really more like squeezed into the chair, Tom did a quick scan of the Mall hallways, deftly flicking the joystick that controlled the camera selection, panned and zoomed them and even triggered the recording mode (important if they thought they were onto a lifter).Nothing doing, no one anywhere, not even a cleaner, just empty halls and shops with their shutters down.Then he remembered David, the Area Manager working late. He flicker.