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After the meal, Misty and I lounged in the living room sipping wine and watching television while my husband did the dishes (Misty offered to help but he refused). I left the wine bottle in the kitchen so he would have to come to us periodically and fill our glasses (I would holler to him that one of us need more wine and he would hastily scamper in to fill a glass and then go back to work). All this was according to plan as I had told my husband to treat Misty just as though she were me. This was to emphasize to him that as a man he should act subserviently toward all women, and to show Misty how a truly evolved man treats females.

The climax of the evening came when after my husband finished the dishes he brought the wine bottle in and knelt beside me. When I knew Misty and I were both fairly intoxicated I complained to my husband that my feet ached from walking in the mall and that he should massage按摩 — rubbing the body to ease it them. He went and got some lotion and did just that, and when Misty commented on how good she could tell I felt, I offered his services to her. She agreed so he went over to her and took off her socks and massaged her feet for a long time. It pleased me see so much to see my husband, a 34 year old professionally degreed and established person, kneeling in the presence of such a young girl and treating her so reverently. It pleased me even more when at the end of the massage按摩 — rubbing the body to ease it I saw a sign of progress with Misty: she told (not asked) my husband that she needed more wine.