Beyond the Rub (Tales of a masseuse)
“I mean, I was just saying. She added, dragging my hands in hers. C’mon let’s go inside.
I followed suit, involving her in a conversation.
“Babe, guess what! Sophia's brows furrowed, curiosity sparking in her eyes.
“Spill the beans, Christy, what’s going on?”
“I met this handsome godly temptation of a man”, I continued.
Sophia’s eyes widened.
“A man? She repeated. “That you had to describe him this way?”
I nudged her again. Grinning.
While Sophia didn’t genuinely crave intimate relationships with men, she acknowledged that the practical necessity of such encounters was solely for the aim of conception.
I continued with my story anyway.
“He is a massage therapist. ”Chief brought him in to hel
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