Once Nathan’s manicure was done, he sighed and said, “I suppose that now that you’re done with my fingers, you’re going to want to cut my toenails next...?”

“You’re so smart,” Crystal replied sarcastically. “Not! I wouldn’t touch your smelly feet with a ten-foot pole!”

Nathan’s eyes lit up when he heard that.

“So, can we start?”

Crystal pretended to think about it, and then she said, “I don’t think it is a good idea. You have serious injuries, and you should not ...