”“Nice meeting you.”Henry continued to hang out with Maria and Dave. They were good dancers and bought Henry several drinks. They all hung out...for most of the evening. They danced with Maria, who was showing them all her moves and then some. She was a lot of fun, and Henry was enjoying himself. Maria said she had to go fix herself. Dave motioned to Henry to sit down at the table.“Maria really likes you and she wanted to know if you’d like to have a little fun with us? She’s wanted to have. I was early; she was late. I'd had a couple for martinis by the time she finally got there; I counted that as a good thing. "Sorry, I'm late, Harlan, really," she said, taking a seat across from me. "How have you been?" "Well, let's see: broken heart, no home to call my own, a shit load of humiliation, and a soon to be ex-wife who betrayed me and played me for a sucker for years. And, she's even late for our final meeting together as husband and wife. So, to answer your question, Jennifer,. I found out years later she haddivorced her husband after many infidelities on hispart – divorce being something quite rare in the mid70’s in a town that was mostly still stuck in the 50’s.I started working with Carol, doing the usual things –fuelling cars, checking oil (not that I knew what thehell I was looking at, I just pulled the dipstick out,gazed at it, poked it back, and hoped for the best),serving in the shop, and generally keeping out of theway as best I could.. I did read enough to know about the pressure points of the feet and the hands. I rubbed and massaged he spots that I had read about, enjoying the slender, sexy curves of her foot. I lost myself in my efforts, before I realized what I was doing.I’m not sure how much time passed before I heard, ‘Mmmmmmm,” as Jill moaned softly breaking my trance-like focus on the message I was administering. Jill looked up at the same time I glanced up from my attention to her soft smooth foot. Her eyes met.