She hadn’t known that he could sing, and said so.“She married you before checking out your voice?” Charles said. “I had thought from the duet ...hat this was why she was so insistent.”“No,” she said, “he looks so fine, and he dances so well. I didn’t know how well he sang.”“Well,” Father said, “dancing is the worst of all recommendations for marriage. Married couples seldom dance with each other.”“Vertically,” James said. Everyone laughed including Mother.“Well,” she pointed out, “one hardly has. When Nancy was finished telling her side of the story, “I guess I owe you two an apology for accusing the two of you something that you really had no control over, and then handled it in a way that you knew how to, to get it back under control, to keep something in the house that needs to stay inside of this house, so with that said, good job.” “Now Hun, you see what I mean about how Roger can do a good job, when it comes down to having to do something, and he can’t get a hold of us.” “Yes I do. In the culture in which I had been raised, women were fascinatedwith feminine pursuits, such as shopping for clothing, bearing and tendingchildren, and...other things. While I didn't care much for shopping,really couldn't see myself bearing or tending children, or... otherthings, I had perceived some cracks in my fa?ade. Taken one by one, shopping might not be something I looked forward to, butby the end of the exhausting day with Mama and Helen, I had to admit therewas something entertaining. She continued to massage my back and shoulders with brilliant technique as I drifted into a state of complete relaxation. It was time for her to switch attention to my legs, needing my calfs and hamstrings. Her fingers started to gradually explore a little further up, working underneath the towel to rub my glutes, stroking back down my inner thighs. I’d zoned out to the point where I’d forgotten my wife was in the same room. That was until those strokes down the inner thigh turned into brushes.