The Massage
“Just relax. It’s just a massage” you tell yourself as you lie on the table.
As you wait for him to return, you reflect on the series of events which led you to be on a massage table, completely naked save for a light sheet covering you.
It all started a week ago when your girlfriend gave you a coupon for a free massage…..
You were at one of your favorite haunts, having a few drinks, taking in some of the talent and generally just having a good time.
“Hey!, I got you something” she says as she slides a plain white envelope across the table
“What’s this?” you say.
“It’s just a little something for you. You work so hard and have been stressed out lately so I thought you could use a little ‘me time'”
“‘Me time’?”
“Yeah, just open it”
Inside the envelope you find a small certificate for a free massage. The envelope smells faintly of pinewood and rain, which you find odd yet strangely appealing.