would you like me
to rub your feet
he asked her, and
she looked up from
her drink and said
huh. why would you want
to do that. you are
old enough to be my
father. and he said.
yes. i am now, but
twenty years ago i
wasn't and she said,
well, i was twenty
years younger then too,
and he said, ummm,
what's your point.
would you like to
have your feet rubbed
or not. and she
laughed and said, if
you touch me i'll
scream and my kids
will come running into
the room and it won't
end good. so i take
that as a know, he
said. and she said.
yes. no no and no.
okay, then, i'm
going to bed then.
goodnight. see you
in the morning at
breakfast.
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