My best friend and next-door neighbor, Danny, passed away eight months ago from a cerebral hemorrhage at only forty-seven years old. It came as a sudden and shocking blow, given that Danny, like me, appeared to be in tip-top shape and did not smoke. Danny’s wife of twenty years, Kathleen, sometimes known as Kat, aged forty-four, was devastated, and so was I; my name is Jack. I am forty-nine years young and have been a lif...

"Time for your foot rub, Jack.” “Alright, if you insist.” Kathleen and the wine had really loosened me up. I sat and then laid down on the couch, bent my knees, and plopped the covered soles of my feet on the couch next to her. She swiftly grabbed my stocking feet and pulled them on top of her lap. My lucky feet were resting nicely right on her bikini bottoms, and I could feel the heat radiating up from below my heels. Ke...