“So where shall we go today?” he asked, car keys in hand. “Sea and sand? Shell Bay? Studland Beach?”
She shook her head. “Same old?”
“Suggest something else then.”
“Strange idea,” he said, frowning.
“Special idea. Something completely different. Swedish massage is what I want.”
Sessions booked, they drove straight to the spa. Separating for their massages, they met in the lobby afterwards.
“So how was it,” he asked.
She smiled. “Sensational. Same for you?”
Smiling, too, he said, “Soreness all gone.”
“She bent my arm back after I tried to grab her. Spent the rest of the session massaging my poor shoulder.”
Slip, falling on head. Stars.
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