A Dance With Danger
"Sir, do I need to take off my pants just to go through the bone-setting therapy?"
With flushed cheeks, I lie on the massaging bed. Henry Irwin, a therapist with an eight-pack, is tugging down my yoga pants as we speak.
"If you want to have the best effects, you can't wear pants at all."
Henry grips the hem of my pants before tugging them downward slightly.
I quickly grab his hand. "I don't think that's a good idea!"
The truth is, I'm already flooding down there. I'm worried that he might see how wet I am when he takes off my pants.