“No problem.”
THIS WAS THE FIRST time I’d been back to school since we lost the last game and Luke and friends had attacked me. After a surprisingly uneventful morning, I got to lunch early. Luke was the next one to sit down and he made a point to sit across from me.
“David, I hate to tell you this, but you’re no longer welcome here. I’m telling you this so there isn’t a problem. You need to go back to sitting with your freshman nerd friends.”
“You’re right, now that I’m no longer of any use to you, we shouldn’t be associated with each other. I’m not welcome, and I’ll move to a more appropriate place to eat,” I said.
I was a little surprised I wasn’t mad. I think Luke expected a fight. Of course, my sarcasm meter was set at 11. I got up and left the lunchroom. I needed time to think. I just dumped my lunch and wandered out to the quad. I had a sweater and jeans on, so the 40-degree temperature didn’t seem so bad. Tami had told me I needed to forgive Luke for me, not him. Right now, I didn’t feel I was in a forgiving mood.
Uncle John told me that my happiness was up to me. If I chose to let Luke affect me, that was my choice. My uncle would ask me, ‘In the grand scheme of things, does (fill in the blank) matter?’ The question was: does Luke’s friendship matter? I felt better and decided to go back to the lunchroom. I walked up to the table where everyone was sitting.
“Luke tells me that I’m no longer welcome to sit with everyone, and I should go sit with my nerd friends. I just wanted to see if that applies to everyone?”
The whole table looked at me, and then everyone but Luke, Ed, and Luke’s brother Mike got up, and we found another set of tables to sit at. When we sat down, I apologized.
“I’m sorry, guys. I was going to walk away, but I decided that Luke was no longer my friend, and I wasn’t going to let him come between us.”
When I had finished my little speech, Lisa Felton walked up.
“Hey, David, I was wondering when we were going to get together.”
“Lisa, let me ask you a question: do you know Beth Anderson?”
She looked at Beth at the end of the table.
“Yes, I know her.”
“Do you know our families are good friends?”
“I might have heard that.”
“Well, you took Gary Baxter, the guy that hurt my friend Beth, to the park and let him do things with you. Now, why would I ever want to get together with you?”
“You’re full of shit, I was never with Gary.”
Her face had turned red. I pulled out my tablet and flipped through my pictures. I showed her.
“How did ... OH MY GOD!”
Lisa ran out of the lunchroom. It suddenly dawned on me: I’d just pulled two immature moves in the span of a few minutes. What was it Dad always said: ‘Praise in public, reprimand in private.’ The pained look on Beth’s face told me everything. I had just embarrassed her in public in a very hurtful and personal way. I got up, went to her, and wrapped her in a hug.
“Please forgive me,” I begged.
Beth looked shocked.
“David, I’m not mad at you.”
“You should be. I should’ve told you in private. I never would want to embarrass you. I’m so sorry.”
Beth was looking at me as if I had two heads.
“And that’s why we all like you. You try to do the right thing,” Alan said.
Beth hugged me.
“Hey, tough guy, I know you wouldn’t try to hurt me on purpose. And honestly, if Gary messing with Lisa keeps you from seeing her, it was worth it all day long.”
“Would it make you feel any better if you knew that Gary’s a premature ejaculator? As soon as she touched him, he shot off like a cannon,” I supplied. “I have the pictures if you want to see them.”
Beth had a huge grin.
“That actually does make me feel better and yes, everyone should get to see the pictures.”
I showed them to everyone.
“How did you get these, and was she as pissed as she seems?” Beth asked.
“Tom Dole’s conference room overlooks the park, and we were meeting when I saw them. When he shot off, she wasn’t happy. I doubt there’ll be a second date,” I shared.
“Hey, I hate to change the subject, but have you all seen my video with Adrienne?” I asked.
I looked over at a miserable Mike and I caught his eye and pointed at my tablet. He got the idea, came over, and by the time he got to the table he was smiling.
“Hey Mike, I knew you wouldn’t want to miss this.”
I played the clip of me making out with Adrienne. Okay, three immature moves in the span of 20 minutes, but this one was fun.
WHEN I GOT HOME, I found Angie had left me the company uniform. There were matching light blue shorts and a polo shirt with my name stitched on to the breast. I rushed downstairs because it was almost 4:30. I got a couple of bottles of water out of the refrigerator and walked into the living room. Angie and Gina were chatting, so I smiled at them.
“This is your 4:30,” Angie said.
Gina had a twinkle in her eye. I decided I wouldn’t give her the full treatment because she was Alan’s girlfriend. Angie handed Gina a bathrobe.
“You can get ready in there. For the full massage I would suggest going nude, but if you’re uncomfortable you can leave your panties and bra on.”
Gina came back out wearing only the robe. Angie held up a sheet so Gina could get on the table. She had Gina lay on her back and placed folded towels over her breast and groin areas. I came up to the table.
“My name is David. I’ll be giving you your massage today. Have you decided on the scent you would like me to use?”
“Quit being a goof. I want the lavender,” Gina said.
I got the massage oil, stood at her head, and began by giving her a face and scalp massage. Angie had soft jazz music playing and the lights were dimmed. I could feel Gina relaxing as I worked on her. When I finished her head, I worked on her upper torso while bypassing her breasts. She was completely relaxed.
I then skipped down to her feet. I skipped the technique I used on Beth and Tracy, but soon could smell Gina’s arousal. I worked my way up her legs and when I was done with her front, Angie came over and held up a sheet as Gina rolled over on her stomach. A folded towel was placed on her butt.
Gina’s back had knots that needed to be worked out. Each time one would finally release, she would moan. She had two located right above her butt. I could tell these hurt as I worked on them.
When they finally released, she groaned.
“Oh, man, that has hurt for months.”
I worked her calves and thighs. One trick Greg had taught me was if you work upwards on the inner thighs, it forces blood to fill the sexual organ, be it a penis or labia. This was a trick that was used to bring about arousal. I then backed off, letting her relax again.
By the time I was done, I could hear a soft snore. Gina was sound asleep. Angie motioned for me to follow her to the kitchen.
“Do you think she’ll be back?” I asked Angie.
Angie giggled.
“Hell, yes, she’ll be back. She has the hots for you big-time, and you just gave her a safe way for you to put your hands on her.”
“Do you think she’ll tell a friend or three?”
“Yes, but you can’t touch them in inappropriate places.”
I sighed.
“I know, but she was hard to resist.”
“Slow down; she’s a very happy girl right now. Just don’t make a mistake that’ll cause us any problems. Good job,” she said and then looked at her watch. “Tracy will be here in a few minutes. Go get changed, I don’t want you to think you did anything wrong today. I just need to make sure you understand the rules.”
She hugged me and went back in, and I heard her talking to Gina.
I WENT BACK TO MY PLACE and got ready. Tracy took me to a nondescript office building downtown where she was meeting with a therapist twice a week. She still had issues from dating Bill Rogers. I waited as she went in. I pulled out my biology book and studied while I waited. After 45 minutes, the doctor came out and got me. She looked very studious in a nice business suit and looked to be in her mid-40s.