"You know," Bobby said hesitantly, as he reached forward and began gently stroking Dani's hair. "Looking at you in my hand, all tiny and cute, I just got an idea."
Dani snorted. "Yeah, I'll bet," she replied, slapping at his huge index finger.
Bobby laughed. "No, nothing like that, Dani. You remember back in college, when I used to run track?"
"Sure, what about it?"
"Well," he said. "After practice, I used to come over to your apartment sometimes. I'd be beat, and my feet were killing me, and you'd...well..."
Dani, suddenly getting it, laughed. "Oh, God! Bobby! You must be joking! You want me to give you a foot massage? Now?"
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