You smile at me with such a cute/sexy grin I can't help but smile a bit even though I'm about frozen with panic. You show me to the living room and as... if I'd like a beer. I would absolutely love one about now lol.We sit on the couch and start watching a movie. It's not a big couch but it's not a love seat either. You're on the opposite end. I wonder if you're disappointed meeting me in person. I'm sure not, you're even sexier in person, and your outgoing talkativeness is perfectly countering. When I rubbed the first dollop of moisturizer she giggled. “It tickles! It’s cold!.” Her feet and my fingers warmed it up very quickly. I rubbed her feet, her heels, the soles of her feet, her ankles.“Which ankle is the sore one?”She waved her toes at me. “This one.”I paid special attention to this ankle, continuing to rub and massage. I rubbed moisturizer up her calves and to her knees. Her limbs were smooth and soft. I caressed with my fingers and palms from her ankles to her knees. She had. Our breakfasts took a long time in coming. When they finally came, they were so plentiful that I knew that with my waist nipped in the way that it was, I'd never be able to eat it all. Sharon did not have that problem and attacked my plate as well as hers. While we ate, the owner of the diner came out of the kitchen and started to read out a poem that a visiting patron had written, as he had stopped for his breakfast at this diner, the morning before. He apparently had been just passing. All except marrying my Edward, of course, but that had proven just as well. Admiring the view just beyond the window, I wondered about Edward. I wondered what the weather was like in Paris, and if he was in the arms of some other man at just that moment, or hard at work on his painting as I should have been on my legal briefs. Was he painting another nude, I wondered? If so, a woman or a man this time? I heard Mr. Thompson’s office door open just in time to rein my mind back in to my work..