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were with, and that was it.
    Joe wiped his hands on a white cloth napkin
and nodded thoughtfully. “Her name was Jennifer. We were married
right after she finished school. I graduated a couple of years
ahead of her, and I helped her with tuition. She had dreams of
being a big shot brain surgeon, so she went back to school to
pursue it and we divorced. I just wanted to settle down, but she
was convinced I was selling myself short becoming a realtor.”
    “I didn't mean to pry-”
    “No no, it's fine!” He said quickly. “It was
actually the divorce that spurned me on to be the guy I am
now.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yeah, after the split, I threw myself into
my work. I networked, I researched big buys on land, and wooed
developers with cut rate commissions to land clients and contracts.
Now, I single handedly run the most successful real estate firm in
Southern California. It's just me and Ernesto, and he's more than I
need sometimes.” He said, punctuating his statement with a
cathartic sigh.
    “Well, here's to making lemonade with your
lemons.” Sarah said brightly, as she held up her glass in
toast.
    Joe clinked the rim of his glass to hers.
“How about we take that tour now?”
    Sarah was amazed at how cozy the large house
seemed to be. All throughout the place, there were little nooks and
enclaves to relax or meditate in. While he led her past more
fashionable art and sculpture, she continued to press him for
information as politely as possible.
    “So, are you in a relationship right now?”
She finally probed cautiously.
    She saw him smile a little as they rounded
their way up the spiral stairs to the lofty little library
nook.
    “I don't think I've actually been in a
relationship since Jennifer. I've been with women, but nothing
serious. How about you ?” He queried, in an attempt to turn
the tables.
    Sarah pondered the question while she played
with the strap on her top. Joe reached out to untwist it, as she
let her hands fall back to her sides. His warm touch was upon her
again, and she was having trouble focusing through the elixir of a
full belly and three glasses of wine.
    “Um, nothing serious. Just college guys while
I was in school. When I got my realtor's license, I tried to settle
down with a guy named Trent Anderson, but he was always complaining
about my working too much and blah, blah blah.” She finished,
puppeting her ex boyfriend with her hand.
    “It would seem that we're cut from the same
cloth, you and I.” Joe said in a low voice, as he offered her a
seat in a beautiful oak desk chair.
    He stood over her, with his warm skin almost
radiating through his thin white dress shirt. She could feel his
leg against hers though his slacks, and she began to wonder what
his intentions really were for bringing her out here. In one smooth
motion, he spun Sarah around in the chair to face away from him and
placed his large hands securely on each shoulder. With deft, strong
digits he began kneading and massaging her tense muscles. She
emitted a low, satisfied moan when she finally realized that her
body was wound up tighter than a clock spring.
    “Does that feel good?” He purred in a low
voice.
    “Oh God yes...” She managed to utter, as she
felt her muscles relaxing.
    She was going all warm and tingly, and she
suddenly didn't care about being here with her bitter rival. Her
guard was slipping away like a thin sheet from a windblown
clothesline. Every so often, Joe would laugh softly at her cooing
approval of his technique. After a while, he leaned down and spoke
softly into her ear.
    “Alright Miss Bella, you're all done.”
    She stood up, and swayed a little bit from
the wine and the vigorous massage. She blinked a few times, and
moved her head around on her neck.
    “Wow, where did you learn how to do
that?”
    “I took a couple of classes to become a
masseur. I might even still be certified, I'm not sure though.” He
replied with indifference.
    “You cook, you're a