Tracy sat on her other side and gave me a dirty look. I was smart enough not to fall into this trap. If I asked what was wrong, I was sure to get an earful. Instead, I scooted my chair away from Pam, causing her to give me a look that said I was about to die. I smiled and patted my lap.
“What?” Pam hissed.
“Give me your feet,” I said.
She turned her chair and put them in my lap. I took off her shoes and socks and began to massage them. You would have thought she was Duke when you gave him a belly rub. Pam let out a low moan that frankly sounded naughty. I guess I wasn’t surprised when Mrs. Comer, my English Lit teacher who had pulled lunch duty, suddenly appeared.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I found a particularly sore spot, and Pam jerked, but I dug in to make it better.
“Oh,” Mrs. Comer said. “When I was pregnant, my feet hurt all the time towards the end. That, and my back.”
“What helped with your back?” Pam asked.
“I had my husband rub it with one of the analgesic gels that goes on cold and then heats up. I also had him rub my tummy with cream to help prevent stretch marks.”
“Did it help?” Pam asked.
“I think so. I know I slept better,” Mrs. Comer said. “All right, I’ll leave you to it.”
I tried to stop to eat my lunch, but Pam complained, so Tracy fed me while I worked on Pam’s feet. I felt like a fool but dared the guys to say something. For Pam, I was willing to look silly. The girls around the table looked at me like I was Prince Charming.
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Close to bedtime, I got into my car and drove to the drugstore. I bought what I needed and knocked on Pam’s front door. Lacy answered.
“It’s awful late, don’t you think,” she said, blocking the doorway.
I opened my bag and showed her what I had. She just smiled and let me in. I grabbed a towel out of the linen closet and lightly knocked on Pam’s bedroom door.
“It’s open.”
I entered, and she looked at me warily.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I thought I might help you get to sleep,” I said, showing her the cream and analgesic gel.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course I did. Get undressed and put this towel down,” I said.
I had her lay on her side and gave her back a massage.
“Oh gawd, you have magic hands. I think that was how you got me this way to begin with,” she teased.
“I think it was you who seduced me to give me good memories at the lake,” I shot back.
She suddenly sat up.
“I have to pee,” she said and ran to her bathroom.
Angie had constantly been peeing when she was pregnant because the baby pushed against her bladder. When Pam came out, I went in and washed my hands to get the analgesic gel off them. I came back and opened the cream. Pam read the label.
“Tummy butter? What, do you plan to baste me like a turkey?” she asked.
“This was what the lady at the store told me to get,” I said to defend myself.
I rubbed it on her tummy and sides and then smiled.
“She said I should also put it on your breasts.”
“I bet she did,” Pam said but took off her bra.
I took extra care to make sure they wouldn’t be marred. When she began to breathe hard, I gave her my best lecherous look.
“Why can’t I refuse you?” she asked.
“Because you’re mine.”
I swear that wasn’t my intention when I came over. I also hadn’t planned to fall asleep at Pam’s house, but that’s what happened.
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Chapter 22 – Do You Know Who I Am? Wednesday March 16
When Peggy and I came back from our run, Dad showed me the paper. There was a picture of Brandon Rigby on the front page. A small smile crept onto my face as I began to read.
