I slide into a pr of sweats, and a plain white tee. Sliding into my flip flops head out for some hot brew. The rain is still coming down. I pour up so...e coffee, then into the supply tent for some pop tarts. Sitting down at one of the tables, the wind has died down, just the rain. In a few Dustin emerges, and joins me. He sets down grinning, as expected. “Oh gawd Matthew—you should have been there. So—we're just chillin in the tent, rite ? Nobody saying anything. We zipped the two bags together. We decided not to waste much of our time and she headed me towards her bedroom. She went into her bathroom to dress up as told and by the time she came here I made my arrangements. She came with a towel tied up covering her breasts and vaginal area. Upon my request she laid down on her back. I made sure that the ambiance would be quite romantic. I started to apply oil on her back for which she felt just chilled. This was the start of my masseur career. I started to apply oil throughout her. “Did I come up?”I nodded. “And I told them what we discussed; making it sound like the big problem was responsible for your condition rather than my actions.”“Well, it was because of that that I went looking for you,” she said. “After that first time, you couldn’t have helped yourself anyway.”“But you didn’t have to stick around and help,” I said. “You could have taken me home and let me deal with it on my own.”“You didn’t know what was going on,” she said, turning more fully to face me. “How. In the morning, we would go to my parents’ home.We enjoyed that time and wandered around my town here. In church, we talked with Christine and Julian Hornsby. They, too, were married. Everyone gave heartfelt congratulations to the other. They had both completed their masters; degrees and were working on their doctorates. As our wives talked, I said, “Julian, you look better and happier than I can ever remember. I’m glad for you. I know you are taking care of your girl. It all has worked out.