Rob was in his office. The beautiful singer/actress Debbie Duncan was with him. They were alone; Sally and Buddy had left for the evening. Rob was staying with Debbie to help her rehearse for the upcoming show. A record player was there with a 7" single on it, and Rob was standing beside it.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Just a second." She slipped her shoes off. "I prefer to practice in my bare feet."

"That's fine."

He put the needle on the record, and quickly walked over to her. The music was a vocal-less demo of a song she and Alan Brady were going to perform together. The music started, and they sang and danced to it. They went over it several times.

It was during the 6th time that "disaster" struck; he stepped on her bare left toes!

"Ouch!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Duncan!"

She sat on the couch, crossed her leg, and rubbed her foot. He stopped the music and sat next to her.

"Perhaps I should've also taken my shoes off!"

"Yes, perhaps you should've."

"Here, let me rub your foot."

"Thanks, Mr. Petrie."

She put her foot in his lap, and he began massaging it. At first, she winced a little, but became more relaxed, as he did it more.

"That feels nice, Mr. Petrie. Please continue for a bit."

"Sure." A woman walked into the office. He glanced at her. "Hi, Laura—LAURA!"

She took her foot out of his lap, and he straightened up.

"Hi, Robert. This is your wife—remember me?"

"Er, of course I do! We were supposed to go out tonight! I'm so sorry!"

"And who is she?"

"This is this week's co-star Debbie Duncan. Miss Duncan, this is my wife Laura."

She got up. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Petrie."

"Charmed. What were the two of you doing, just now."

"Er, we were rehearsing," said Robert.

"That's an interesting sketch!"

"No, no, you don't understand! We were dancing, and I stepped on her toes. You see, she was barefooted, and maybe I should've also taken off my shoes-"

"Mr. Petrie, you're not doing a good job of explaining yourself," said Debbie. "Your husband is very sweet. He agreed to stay overtime to help me rehearse one of my dance numbers. I like to dance with my shoes off, and he accidentally stepped on my foot, while we rehearsed. So he agreed to rub it for me. He did a good job, too! There's no need for you to get jealous, honey!" She gave Laura a kiss on the cheek. "I think we've rehearsed the song long enough, Mr. Petrie. You take your pretty wife to dinner. Bye!"

"Bye, Miss Duncan," he said.

She put her shoes back on and left the office.

Laura touched the spot where Debbie kissed her. "She's a very charming girl."

"Yes, she is."

"Oh, Rob, I'm sorry I got jealous!"

"It's ok!" They hugged and kissed. "And I'm sorry I didn't call you. Things have been pretty hectic, today!"

"I forgive you, Rob!"

"Let's go to the Vineyard."

"Les, let's do that. But first, there's something I want you to do for me."

"Anything you say, Laura."

She sat on the couch, kicked her shoes off, and put her legs on the cushion. "Massage my feet!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

He sat next to her and rubbed her feet.