He knew she liked it. She'd always been eager for a massage: back rub, foot rub, the whole thing. And he was distracting, the feel of the calluses fro... his daily lifting brushing the soft skin of her neck, making her twitch trying to stifle any reaction. Her muscles were tight with stress. She'd been cutting her daily yoga short trying to get the thesis done, and it wasn't working. She'd been retyping the same paragraph for two days and now Ken was fucking with her mind, running those thumbs. It was like waiting for a consuming storm that would never come and break. It's the same feeling I've had lately, waiting for something, but it was shapeless, just out of reach.That was when it seemed my prayers were answered by a small and mysterious sandwich board, which I almost tripped over as I walked along the old paved street. Reading the sprawling writing chalked onto it which promised “The most fun you’ll have in the dark”, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to disappear into the. Moving his other hand to try to raise the hem of her nightgown, however, caused her to resist fiercely and to whisper, "Stop. Please stop."Henry's patience was limited, however, and he pressed on, overcoming her resistance by the simple tactic of pulling the night gown apart down the front. Some of the buttons came out of their holes, while other were simply torn from their settings. Within moments he was half lying on a nearly naked squirming body.Easing away from her, he then returned to the. This usually means that two mechanics have to drive to the customer with a replacement device and the "patient" in our workshop has to be patched up again. Repairs on site are rather rare. But if so, then I'm one of three people who do it.This day was one of those where all hell breaks loose. I had three on-site assignments in three different parts of the city, and none of them seemed to be easy. At least not according to the error descriptions that our hotline could get out of the customers..