”“Have you heard from Aimee?” Jessica asked.“Yes. She’ll be back in the States on leave in December. She’s not sure what she’s doing or ...ow much time she’ll actually have, but she was going to try to fly up to see us.”“The one available girl in your life who won’t sleep with you!” Kara giggled.“Then she’s not available, is she?” I said with a smile.“No, I guess not!”“Oomph,” Jessica gasped.“Is it time?” I asked.“I don’t know. It didn’t feel like a labor cramp. I think it was just a muscle. I checked her fuse and cut some fuse wire and fixed it for her. We madesmall talk as I finished. She asked me if I had the day off and I told her the reason I was at home. She offered to make me some coffee, I politely refused and bidding goodbye went back to my place. It was almost 1:30 and I could feel the pangs of hunger. I decided toget up and make myself a sandwich. I was checking the refrigerator when the bell rang. I walked up to open the door when I saw my neighbor. She had a plate in. "I don't want a guy giving me a massage."She promised to reserve us both women."Am I going to be laying there all exposed?" I asked."You can leave your boxers on and you'll still have a towel over you." she promised. Entering into the 5-star day spa seemed to be advertised by my wife as promised. A professional staff escorted us past a fountain into a tranquil room with our wine glasses in hand and a robe covering our bodies. Two massage ther****ts introduced themselves to us as they entered. Tonight, would be as normal nowadays every Friday and Saturday night, last night had been exceptional, due to that wretched seminar, though she still got screwed and for a change in the general manager`s hotel bed, rather than against the wall in the truckyard, or under the canal arch she usually ended up under on a wet Friday night! The tryst with her manager could not have done her prospects any harm, but she was not keen on the hangover she now had. They dozed till dinnertime, when she had.