Data walked into Dr. Crusher's office. She smiled. "Hi, Data."

"Hello, Dr. Crusher."

"Is there something you needed?"

"In a way. 25 hours and 39 minutes ago, I learned a new skill-foot massage. I first tried it on Counselor Troi, yesterday, and I was wondering if I could try it out on you."

"Well. . . All right. Let me finish this report, first. I'll just be a couple of minutes."

"All right."

She finished up her computer report. Then she got up.

"Follow me, Data."

She led him to a couch in her office. They sat down, and she took her boots and socks off and placed her feet in his lap. He began massaging them.

Remembering what Deanna taught him, he worked slowly and without so much pressure. Beverly relaxed.

"You should quit your day job, Data!"

This confused him. "Why should I quit my 'day job?'"

"Oh, that's a figure of speech. It means that you're so good at this, you should do it full time."
"Oh, now I comprehend! Thank you."

She wiggled her right toes. "Could you concentrate here, please?" He did so. "Thanks."

"By the way, Counselor Troi told me something interesting."

"What was that? Oh, do my other foot, please."

"All right. She said that most men would prefer to be massaged by women."

"Yes, that's true."

"Why is that?"

"I think it's because most men are homophobic. They feel that getting massages from other men is homosexual."

"I see. But women do not feel this way."

"That's true. We have less concerns over things like that."

"Humans are very complicated."

She smiled. "Yes, we are!"

He continued his massage for a couple more minutes.

"Do you plan to learn to massage other parts of the body, Data?"

"I intend to."

"Perhaps I'll let you massage some of my female patients, when you aren't doing your regular duties."

"That is an idea to consider. Then maybe I can 'quit my day job.'"

She smiled. "Yes, Data! Well, I've got to be getting back to my work."

"All right."

She straightened herself, and he got up."

"Thanks for the massage, Data. That was nice."

"You are welcome."

He left. She got up-still barefooted-and went back to her desk to continue her reports.

Deanna Troi came in. "Hi, Bev."

"Hi, Dee."

"I meant to 'warn' you about something."

"I think I know what it is!"

"Data?"

She stuck her feet out. "He was just here!"

How was it?"

"Nice, actually."

Beverly quickly told her what just transpired, then Deanna told her what happened with her.

"Well, maybe he'll start a new career!"

"Maybe he will!"

They both giggled!