I do it involuntarily, like a tail.He caught my eye as I was listening to two friends swap related experiences.He patted his lap and said in a low voi...e, "C'mere."I was out of my chair quickly and smiling. No sooner had I gotten to my feet, I was on my knees at his side. I stared up at him in case he wanted anything else. He proceeded to pet my head and my toes curled. I finagled myself closer, wrapping an arm around his leg and placing my face as close to his zipper as possible. I nuzzled as. He also had a beautiful voice to go with his athletic build and some girls actually swooned in his presence. When school dances came around, he had more girls inviting him then he knew what to do with. He didn’t go to a lot of dances, for it was the one chink in Simon’s armor – he could not dance. He took lessons and managed to do all right, but he would never be Gene Kelly. It came as no surprise to anyone that Simon pursued a career in cooking. He was made to be a chef, he loved everything. Need anything else?”“No, but hey, before I forget, what’s your email address again? I want to send the pictures that I took today to you.”“It’s probably easier if you just email yourself from my phone; that way, you can just reply with the pictures, and it won’t accidentally go to my spam folder,” he said. He unlocked his phone and tossed it to her. “Here, you can do that while I get us some water and something to snack on.”Grace opened his email app to send herself a message. She was confused. I asked her “shall I come to your home now?”She replied “ sure dear, that will be a relief “I went to her home and she greeted me in. We sat on the couch, her face was so dull and eyes filled with tears. To cheer her up I brought some different topic but she was so depressed and not responding well.I asked why are you living with that cruel men. She said “ I’m don’t want to hurt and parents and son’s feelings “ and started crying.I moved close to her and wiped her tears and by holding her hands.