I watched a couple more shows and Betty read a book. Then Betty said it was my time to go to bed. I asked If I could stay up later but she said no. ...She said that it looked like I had gotten dirty playing outside earlier that day so I should take a bath before going to bed. Off I went, stripped down and jumped it the tub. A couple minutes later I heard the bathroom door open and Betty walked in. I jumped and covered myself up with my hands. It was hard to do as I had been masturbating. She tried unsuccessfully to stop thinking about his hands as she got undressed in her room. This was the worst idea she had ever had. The reason she had called in for the massage in the first place was men. She had been at the gym working out when she had become all too aware that it had been over three months since her and Jason broke up, and as a result, over three months since she had any sexual contact of any kind. It had been one of the men at the gym that was working out right in front of. Kneeling down in front of him to pick them up, ensured that he got a good look at her breasts. Once he had helped her pick them up he had stunned her, by complimenting her on her hairstyle. Hairstyle? Fuck my hairstyle, why aren’t you ogling my tits? you fucking man you, she thought furiously. Then it hit her between the eyes, he wasn’t acting like an eighteen-year-old boy. He was acting like a mature man. When did this happen? John was oblivious to all this consternation on Jane’s mind. His. When she let herself in, Cliff was still sleeping so she shook him awake. He peered up at her, bleary-eyed. Suddenly, the events of the morning hit her, and she started to cry.Instantly Cliff was wide awake. "Honey, what happened? What's the trouble?" She went into his arms and continued to cry. As he held her, he felt the Scotch tape holding her blouse together.Finally, she regained control and told him about the events of the morning. "Cliff, Sam and the police are outside waiting. Would you.