You get up from your seat to answer the door. You swing the door open, and there stands a man in grey overalls and a baseball cap."Mr. Doe, I presume?... he asks"That's me" you say. The man looks slightly sunburned and his hands are those of a working man."I'm Arty, I've been hired to help you move. My van's out front" he turns and points at a white transit van. You say your goodbyes to your parents, and move your things into the back of the van with Arty. Your mother kisses you on the cheek and. You grin when I begin to massage the arch of your aching foot but your head drops to the pillow in relaxation when I move upward to the pad. I massage and tug on each toe, and do the same to the other, before sliding my hands upward and rubbing your knee. My lips meet with your thigh and my hand soon follows suit, molding, kneading, and spreading the skin beneath it. My teasing becomes simply too much for you and you spring into a standing position. Grabbing my tie once again you lift the skirt. Like clockwork, every 8 months or so Ann’s sciatic nerve seemed to act up. She wasn’t sure if it was her desk at work or her car, but it happened, she tried the chiropractor, muscle relaxers’, stretching and nothing seemed to help. She would just have to let it work itself out over the next few weeks.After the Monday morning staff meeting her co-worker Julie commented that she was getting old the way she was getting out of the chair. She told her about her chronic sciatic pain. Julie said “Oh. They’d had to let their regular crews leave at their normal time, which had dumped all of the work on the backs of Benny, Tim, Cathy, Sandra, and Terry. They were tired and hungry. They were at a chain restaurant waiting for an overworked waitress to show up and take their orders.Benny and Tim had to admit defeat. There were too many lawns to mow and not enough time or people to mow them. They had twenty lawns to mow every day for five days of the week. In summer, that had meant a morning’s.