It was close to 1:00am, and Holly's party had broken up—finally! All the guests were gone except for Paul. They were on the couch together, and he was doing something special for her:
He was massaging her feet!
It felt wonderful. As he did it, she reflected on what he was doing. None of her other lovers ever did something like this for her. As he did it, she could feel all the weariness leaving her body. In fact, she felt like she could fall asleep right on the couch. And she knew that unlike some of the other men she knew before, he wouldn't take advantage of her.
"Do here, please," she said, flexing her right foot. "And here, too. You have nice hands, Paul."
"You have nice feet!"
She smiled. "You're silly! When we get married, will you do this every evening for me?"
"If you'd like."
"Oh, Paul!"