I'm logging off for the day, when I hear footsteps above me. She must be home from work. The basement door opens and I catch sight of her shapely legs as she descends the stairs. She is again wearing a very short skirt and a cropped top without a bra. She smiles when she sees me watching her.

"Hi, Arthur. How was your day?" She asks, kissing me on the cheek.

"Good. How about yours?" I ask, keeping my eyes on my computer screen. She moves behind my chair and starts rubbing my shoulders. Her hands feel good, but this time I don't detect her aroma on her fingers. She...