"How about a massage?" Sure, that sounds lovely."At first, he just moved my pajamas out of the way and just rubbed my back and my lower back."Get undr...ssed honey."I did as he said to do. I laid on my back and he went to the bathroom to get the baby oil.He poured oil on his hands and worked out the knots that were there on my neck. His fingers were rubbing them out and it felt so good. He poured more oil onto my back. His hands rubbing up and down my back."Oh yes that feels so good."He worked my. I say for the most part, because we ended up not having that test drive we'd both agreed on. Instead, my grandmother, mother and sister monopolized all Joanne's time from the minute she came to our home until five minutes before she left at ten o'clock that evening. Those last five minutes were when I was walking her out to her car.She looked great when I first saw her, tanned and relaxed. Her breasts were a bit bigger than I last remembered, and there was something different about the way her. Just stop it. Behave yourself. She reminded herself.The next few weeks came and went quite quickly. Andrea grew fonder of Darren little by little. They'd spend a lot of time together since the Howard's worked during the day and Darren was stuck at home relaxing or sometimes going out with his friends. Most of the time he'd keep her company while she cleaned and entertain her with his crazy college stories. He really didn't say much about himself but Andrea had learned he did have a steady. Startled back to the moment at hand, Jonny looked up at Mr. Conway, who was seeming confused again. Jonny looked up at Mr. Conway. He stared long and hard into his killer’s face. In his killer’s eyes, he saw his family, slaughtered. He saw his life, shattered. He saw the face of everyone he’d ever loved. He recalled Jessie being taken from the room. ‘Help me.’ He recalled (he knew not how) the face of a little blonde girl who reminded him of Jessie, being hauled off in the same manner. ‘Help.