Foot Massage
Andrea was tired when she returned home several hours later laden with packages. She put the packages down in the middle of the living room floor, plopped down on the recliner, put the foot rest up, and closed her eyes. Anton laughed. "Did shopping wear you out?" Andrea nodded. "Would you like a foot massage?" "Oh, Anton, I'd appreciate that so much!" He sat on the floor, took her shoes off her feet, and began to rub her feet. "Oh, that feels so good!" Andrea moaned. "You're an angel, Anton." "I used to give Nadya foot rubs a lot," Anton told her. "She worked hard all day, came home tired, and I gave her a foot rub." Andrea swallowed a lump in her throat. "Does it make you sad when I talk about Nadya?" "Oh, no, not at all!" Andrea said, feeling instantly guilty. The last thing in
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