A Good Cause

Douglas pressed his knuckles against Elizabeth's feet, unleashing tension at every stop. She read her book quietly, pausing now and then to murmur in approval.

"Mmm. That's a good spot, stay there for a bit, Douglas," Elizabeth said.

"Certainly," Douglas said amiably. "Anything you want to discuss? You normally don't call me in for just a foot massage." Elizabeth put the book down, splaying her hands.

"You got me. So, I was talking to Leroy last night, getting to know him a bit better, and I learned he has a son from a previous relationship."

"Not a marriage?"

"He hasn't been the marrying type ... at least so far," Elizabeth allowed. "Anyhow, his name is Luther Adams. He's been in prison for the last decade."

"And?" Douglas said, looking guarded now.

"Leroy," Elizabeth said, her lip barely quirking. "And I want you to use that big brain of yours to get him released."

"What did he do?" Douglas asked. This sounded like a tall task.

"Armed robbery, I think?" Elizabeth said, arching her foot so Douglas could give the nettlesome spot more attention.

"Elizabeth ..." Douglas said.

"Douglas ..." Elizabeth rejoined, with a slightly mocking tone. "I don't expect it done this year, but I do expect it done." Douglas sighed.

"The things I do for you ..."

"If only you could fuck," Elizabeth said, chuckling.