Before Dawn and I were married, she shared an apartment downtown with her friend, Tammy.

She’s about five feet four inches tall with a slight build and long brown hair with short bangs framing her cute face. I always got along with Tammy, since she was my girlfriend’s best friend.

I was lying on the floor of their apartment one night, watching television, when Tammy came home drunk from a disappointing date. Since I’d been complaining all night about my sore back, Dawn suggested that Tammy massage me, saying that she was really good at it. I said I’d be up for it if Tammy didn’t mind, and when she said she’d do it, I rolled over onto my stomach and stuffed a pillow under my head.

Then Tammy straddled my waist to tweak, rub and massage my back. Dawn was right about Tammy — she did a damn good job of... Read More