The Student Masseuse
It was a cool dark March night. Having caught the early train I arrived at the station a little after 7 pm. A light drizzle was falling as I began the half mile trek to the house. By the time I was half way home, the misty sprinkling had developed into a light rain which seemed to increase with each step I took. An umbrella would have been helpful. Of course, I didn’t have one. If I ran the rest of the way home, I could have avoided getting drenched. But, since I didn’t have the energy for...