Pulling it free of the bunched up fabric around his knee, my wife began stroking the bare skin above Devon's sock. She had flexed her toes upward and ...as using the bottom of her toes and the ball of her nyloned foot to massage his shin and knotted calf muscle .The teen shifted nervously in his chair again as he endured the soft yet scratchy sensation of my wife's stockinged foot against his bare skin. His face was tense and every few seconds he would glance around the table, obviously fearing. Assuming it was the postman this time I was shocked when it was the delivery guy confused I looked at him letting my imagination run away did he come back for me is he going to come in and… ‘Details on the box’ looking at him after his outburst he went on to explain he needed to get some details of the parcel. I pointed to where I shoved the parcel after he gave me it and he crouched down to the box. Okay time for a mental check I was letting my imagination run away with me but a girl can dream. The conversation with Caroline last night had caused those black thoughts I’d been trying to repress to rattle about in my mind.Now that I’d had time to think about that last day, very little that had happened made any sense. Yes, we had been arguing. Then there had been that odd phone call from N. I was still guessing that the mysterious N was Nigel, and it was the most logical explanation to make. He’d even wanted to see her the previous evening.There had to have been something going on. He got a letter once in a while and cards at Christmas, but that was about it. When Phil came to his hotel room, George was glad to note that he looked as sleek and young as ever, though he was in his mid- thirties. He told Phil about Billy Rose, after they'd exchanged the shy greetings that were inevitable after a large gap in time."This Billy Rose is some kind of a genius," said George. "Started out as a hot shot shorthand and typing whiz, giving demonstrations for the companies. Set world.