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I could tell just by the way she was moving when I did see her, that she was worn out and particularly stressed. So, I decided to do something proactive.
I made a bunch of calls in preparation for her coming over, glad that I had enough people to cover this Sunday, since the last one had been mostly me and a bunch of hopes and prayers trying to get through the day.
By the time her car was pulling into my driveway, I was ready to get the hell out of there. I had a feeling she was going to want to crash on the couch like she had the other day, but I couldn’t let her. She deserved the day I had planned for us.
“Hey, baby,” I said.
“Hey,” she replied, collapsing into my arms as she finally reached the doorstep.
“I’m so glad to see you,” I said. “It feels like it’s been a year.”
“I feel like I’ve been through a year,” she said. “Can we order pizza?”
I laughed and hugged her tight.
“I have something a little bigger planned,” I said.
“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed. “Should I get dressed up?”
“No,” I said. “If anything, you are already too dressed.”
“Huh?”
“Come on, let’s go.” I led her to the truck, and we drove into a neighboring town.
“A massage parlor?” she asked, looking up at the sign above us with one eyebrow raised.
“Yup,” I said. “A couples one. Fancy.”
“We drove all the way out to Powhatan for a massage parlor?”
“Yes,” I said. “And some other stuff. But mostly the massage parlor.”
“Who are you?” she asked, laughing. “You’ve never told me you went to get massages before.”
“I haven’t,” I admitted. “This will be my first. But Graham swears by it, and he specifically told me this place is the best within an hour’s drive.”
“Okay,” she said, curling up into me and walking to the door.
As we opened it up, the smell of oils and fragrance hit us like a wall. We walked to the counter and the pretty older lady manning the desk looked up with a smile and eyelashes that I was absolutely positive she was not born with.
“Hi, I have a couples massage booked for today, under Camden Smith.”
“Certainly, let me take a look,” she said, typing on her laptop with oversized, also likely not natural nails. “Here we are,” she said. “Looks like you are early by about ten minutes. I’ll go see if they are ready for you, but otherwise, make yourself comfortable in our waiting area.”
She motioned to a room to the side where an old man was lying in a chaise lounge with his arms crossed over his chest and looking for all the world like Dracula, preparing for the night’s festivities by getting in a little nap.
We waited for a few minutes in the lobby; the sound of water dripping down a built-in waterfall on the wall, until we were called to the back. We followed a young woman into a small room that smelled like steam and disinfectant and were handed white, fluffy bathrobes.
“If you could put these on and lie down on the tables there,” the girl said, then turned to leave.
“So,” I said, looking at the robe. It looked like it might just cover my dangling bits. “Are we supposed to get naked now?”
“Yup,” Kristen said, disrobing in a fluid motion that never failed to make me stop and watch. It was like magic the way she could take off any piece of clothing and completely stop my brain from operating. Her breasts bounded out of her bra as she unhooked it, and I felt a rush go through my body when I saw she was wearing a red thong that matched her bra.
“Mm,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying.
“That was supposed to be a surprise for you when I got inside,” she said, grinning. “Oops. Surprise ruined.”
