Peters?” I asked.“Yes. Why?”“You said ‘please’ when you didn’t catch what I said. And as far as I know, that’s a ‘Cincinnati’ thin....”He nodded, “I’m from Goshen. My wife is from a little town about an hour east of there. Chastity and Richie were born in Ohio. We moved here about five years ago, but I guess I haven’t completely adapted to speaking like a Chicagoan!”“Don’t!” I warned with a laugh. “I sure haven’t. I lived in the Cincinnati area for about twelve years before coming to Chicago in. Except for her lips, which were disproportionately large, there was not an ounce of excess fat around her face. Perhaps I was mistaken about her ass? I stole another look at it as I walked her and Kevin to the car. No, the flare of her short tennis skirt didn't lie. I couldn't wait to tell Marcie about my discovery.Talking to Marcie on Saturday mornings and sitting with her at play practice were my main sources of entertainment. Everything else was shit!My open door policy was robbing me of. Ashley and Lauren each took hold of my hands and dragged me into the family room and dropped me onto the couch. Where they up to something? They sat down on either side of me while Sara put a tape into the VCR and hit play. The movie was a romantic comedy, though I confess I don’t recall which one. It was one of the ones with Molly Ringwald. Pretty in Pink, I think.What I do remember is both Lauren and Ashley deciding to cuddle with me, each laying all over me as we sat on the couch watching. It was like the clouds had just cleared letting in the sunlight in its radiant glory. In a few clipped words, Mr. Taylor Froth had done what a smile from a pretty woman and a cup of excellent coffee failed to do: make David happy he came to work.John Goodman (no relation, he exhaustedly explained every time he introduces himself) was one of the traveling masseurs who went to clients who couldn’t make it out to the parlor or preferred to stay in the safety and comfort of home. If this was a.