My wife shyly declined. "I give really great foot rubs," he assured her while boldly reaching down to firmly grab her right ankle to pull her foot up,...and onto his lap. My wife kept her foot right where he had placed it. Feeling emboldened, he slowly undid the buckle on her heel, and slid her shoe off. My wife let out a little moan of approval. She seemed happy to be airing out her foot. He started rubbing his thumbs into her soles, and moving from her heel up to her pads. My wife looked over. That morning the Donaldson sisters didn’t spank Harley but as the bus arrived they ran up and patted her butt like they were playing the bongo a few times before giggling and running on board. One of them grabbed her backpack and because of the stipulation she was to be polite she rode almost the entire way to school completely naked.Leonard didn’t change into his clothes until his sister got her clothes back although Rally did. He shrugged and Harley glared at him “That’s okay Rally, no one. ‘Okay.. bye.’ ‘Bye.’ I hung up and went to make sure my door was unlocked. I opened it and stood looking out, watching her run across the lot, each step spraying water into the air, her long hair plastered to her face and back, and shirt sticking to her body. I stood aside and ushered her into my apartment and then closed the door, unconsciously admiring the view of her jeans and shirt plastered to her shivering body. ‘You look like a drowned rat,’ I informed her, shaking my head at the. Her heart sank, sure that she had missed her opportunity. As she was about to turn toward the airline rep, ticket clutched in her hand, tears being held back with her last reserves of strength the gate door opened. Looking around the middle aged attendant saw Mary and smiled. ‘Ms. Mary Stewart?’ His question spoken in broken English. ‘Yes.’ Mary said, her tone revealing equal parts relief and joy. ‘Ah, excellent, we have been holding flight for you, please follow me.’ He said holding out his.