Perry and Della had spent the Saturday evening eating, drinking, and dancing. It was now 2:00am, and he took her back to her apartment.
"Want to come in for some coffee?" she asked.
"I was hoping you'd invite me!"
They went in.
"You can sit on the couch and relax for a bit."
"Thanks, Della."
He sat on the couch and took his shoes off. She went in the kitchen and brewed coffee.
"Two lumps, no cream, right?"
"Good girl, you remembered!"
Fifteen minutes later, she brought in a tray with the cups of coffee on it. She gave him one, put the tray on the table, got a cup for herself, and sat next to him. She kicked her shoes off and rubbed her foot.
"My feet hurt!"
"As your personal lawyer, I suggest that you get a foot massage."
She smiled. "And will my personal masseur give me one?"
He also smiled. "He'd be happy to!"
She stretched out and put her stocking feet in his lap, and he begin massaging them. She sighed.
"Chief, that's wonderful!"
"Thank you, Della!"
"You know, I almost considered the idea of dancing with my shoes off."
"Why not!"
"Well, I figured that would've been a little outrageous."
"I've seen girls dance barefoot in clubs, before."
"Not this girl!"
They drank their coffee, and he continued rubbing her feet.
"Well, it's very late, and I'd like to go to bed."
"Yeah, I guess I should get going."
They got up. He put his shoes on, while she remained barefooted.
"Thanks for a wonderful evening, chief!"
"Let's hope for more of them."
"Yes."
He walked over to her. They looked closely at each other, and he kissed her on the lips. Then he walked away with embarrassment.
"Della, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"No need to apologize, Perry. If I didn't want you to do that, I would've slapped you!"
He smiled. "I'm sure you would've! See you at work this Monday."
"Yes, Perry."
She walked with him to the door. They kissed one more time, then he left.