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Chapter 1.
The beginning;
I am a single man, having been divorced for ten years. I managed to keep my home through the divorce and still financially appease my former wife. I love my home and they will have to carry me away when the time comes. Unfortunately I do have a terrible habit, when it comes to housework I am a slob by nature.
The neighborhood had changed dramatically, about the time of my divorce the original homeowners were all retiring to Florida or into smaller homes with less maintenance. That is when Janet, Bill and their eight-year-old daughter Elizabeth moved in next door.
Over the past few years, I hate to admit, that my house was somewhat less than spotless. Having been successful enough to retired young, you would think I would have more than enough time to keep it clean. What can I say; when it came to laundry and house cleaning I was without doubt the worlds foremost procrastinator.
Five years ago Bill lost his position in the down turning World Wide Web fiasco, and from that point things became even worse. Their marriage soon followed, going very dramatically into the proverbial dumpster. Bill hooked up with a very poor resemblance of his extraordinarily beautiful wife at the local watering hole he frequented, where he hung out to drown in his self-pity. It was unfortunate, but lets face it, many people have lost faith in both themselves and industry, once a professional disaster like that happens. Needless to say the obvious occurred, Bill never regained his professional status and he left Janet to eek out a living on what little he infrequently gave her.
I loved to have them over on weekends during the summer months to enjoy my pool and a few grilled steaks or whatever. On one such Sunday we were enjoying some fresh grilled fish when the heavens opened up totally unannounced in a thundershower. We grabbed our food and bolted through the sliders and into my den to continue our dinner.
After we ate and I was in the kitchen making coffee I heard all kinds of noise coming from my den, and walked in to see Janet and Elizabeth, (I called her Lizzy), cleaning up my embarrassingly cluttered den.
"Hey Janet what in hell are you and Lizzy doing, come on cut it out you're my guests not a maid service."
"Oh Doug," Janet came back at me, "You sure as hell could use one from what I can tell. Are all you men lost causes without a women?"
"I don't know, but you may have hit the nail on the head. You know Janet I fix broken pipes, leaky roofs and even build furniture from scratch, but I hate house work more than a trip to the dentist without Novocain."
"Well maybe once and a while I will come over and help you out, your always there for me and Elizabeth."
Of course I refused but through the course of the storm Janet and I talked while Lizzy watched cable TV, poor kid they couldn't even afford cable.
The storm was unrelenting and raged well into the night, and rather than take away the opportunity from the now eighteen-year-old Lizzy to watch MTV or whatever else she liked. Janet and I ended up on my enclosed porch sipping wine, talking and listening to smooth jazz radio.
Sometime during that evening Janet and I agreed that I needed the motherly assistance and she needed some work that didn't take her away from Lizzy. A bargain was struck, I got what I desperately needed, 'THE JANET AND LIZZY LAUNDRY AND HOUSE CLEANING SERVICE', and they got financial assistance, it was a deal made in heaven.
It was January and we were having a Boston area storm that was paralyzing the entire region. With all schools closed and me in my garage woodworking shop building some new outside furniture for the up coming summer, my cleaning service was hard at work putting the house back in order, after it suffered my abuse for a week.
All was quiet except for the humming of my hand sander as I work away, singing to the radio, when Lizzy came into the garage looking like she just saw a ghost and yelling for me to come quickly.
When I got to my kitchen I saw Janet bent over, unable to straighten up. After all my questions were answered, I came to understand that Janet had bent over to move my footstool, turning and lifting just the wrong way, she heard a snap as her back went out.
Feeling her lower back I could feel a muscular knot about the size of a walnut.
For years my former wife had sever back problems, and I had become very adept at mimicking a chiropractor for her. I suggested to Janet that I get could get out my old massage table and see if I could help her straighten out her back.
Lizzy and I helped her up onto the table pushed her T-shirt up to just below her bra and got her comfortable with a pillow for her head. Not having used the table for so long I no longer had any of the massage oils, so I decided to warm extra virgin olive oil in the microwave.
I warmed my hands with it and began to massage her back. Janet was lying on the table in somewhat of a semi-bent posture, as the pain didn't allow her to lay completely flat. In ten minutes or so of her grunts of pain were slowly converting to moans of pleasure and her posture was slowly returning to a more normal position.
"How do you feel Janet," I asked as I continued to vigorously massage her lower back.
"Awesome," was her reply. "Do you think you could keep this up for another twenty four hours or so," Janet chuckled.
With my hands beginning to tire I gave her a gentle smack on her right buttock cheek in jest, but Janet bellowed out like I had struck he with a baseball bat.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry, I thought I just tapped you, ooh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Janet reached back and rubbed her butt cheek and said, "Oh my goodness, even when I just touch it hurts."