"I wasn't so proud of some things I did when people called me Benjamin Jones, or even just Ben Jones. I've got the scars to show I paid for them, and ...randpa Jones is what I go by now." Do you know who I am?" God asked.Grandpa Jones frowned and looked at him closely, before asking, "Do you feel okay, Sonny? You just told me who you were! Don't you remember? You told me that you were God!" I did tell you that and I do remember telling you," God said, a little sharper than he intended. He began. You're also a man of the world, Ken, so you must appreciate the part that massage can have on peoples' intimate relations. So—it's time to get literally, 'hands on'."For the next forty minutes or so, Alan demonstrated and then Ken practised. At the end of this time, Alan said:"—You can carry on now, Ken. Sarah and I will see you later this afternoon, Ellen." Then he left, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.He washed his hands in the bathroom, then walked down the garden towards the. I'm sorry, just ... forgot about that. I like it, you know I want you ... come on, you wanted to a minute ago ... come on." I dunno, Ira..." Please ... just this once. Just let me put it in for a minute."Jackie was quiet a moment, then growled, "fine."He pushed her back again and was between her spread legs quickly. On his knees, he pushed down his jeans to his thighs and leaned over Jackie's body. "You're gonna love this part..." he stated through a grin."Uh-huh," Jackie replied, "go easy .... She’s sitting on a table out the front, having a glass of wine. She gets up as I approach, and I give her a hug as we say hello. I linger a little longer than I should with the hug, and as we politely kiss each others cheeks I immediately feel that little familiar tingle, and wonder if she is thinking the same. I get a drink and order a refill for her, and we move to a table inside. We sit down across from each other, yet we're still close enough together that her knee sits just in between.