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I WAKE UP even more tense and sore than I did yesterday. Before anything else, I call the spa and ask when is the soonest they can get me in. The girl on the phone checks her ledger, and then responds that she can squeeze me in, in about 15 minutes. I tell her I’ll be right down, then hop in the shower, and practically sprint to the spa.

By pure chance, I’m able to get the same masseuse from the day before, Bill. Hey, just because I won’t allow myself to sleep with him, doesn’t mean I have to refrain from letting him rub me down in other ways . . .

By the end of my massage, I’ve made up my mind on a matter I’ve been toggling in my mind ever since waking up—and I’d be lying if I said hunky Bill didn’t have something to do with settling the matter. Mary Sue is going to be unbearable when I confess this decision to her, but it’s clear after two nights in a row of dreaming about Jason and Nick that I need to do something to make these dreams stop before I go insane. We