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    “Strong hands?  I have post traumatic stress syndrome from getting a massage a few years ago.  She had strong hands too.  I thought she was trying to kill me,” Adele said.
    “Lovely is very gifted.  She hasn’t received any complaints about her technique,” Pauline said. 
    On cue, Lovely, a little ball of muscles, made her entrance.  Muscles poked out from under her brown uniform and ran down her tan legs.  They walked into the African room where Lovely instructed Adele to remove her clothes.   She stripped down to a black thong and listened to the sounds of the African bush. 
    A sturdy massage table with a whole cut out for comfortable head placement was to be Adele’s home for the next hour.  Adele assumed the position on the table and closed her eyes.  She heard the gentle click of a door opening and then closing.   A pair of strong hands grasped her shoulders and eased her upper body back onto the table. 
    The hands sent a jolt of electricity through Adele.  Knots, once bunched up in Adele’s shoulders, relaxed under the skillful hands of the masseuse.   Adele basked in the sensuality of having her body manipulated by a perfect stranger.   She felt the tension evaporate from her pores with every touch from the woman’s skilled hand.   
    The masseuse pressed tiny circles down Adele’s back.  An open palm kneaded her ass.  Adele felt strange and slightly turned on as the hand, still braced against her neck, held her firmly against the table.
    “Lovely, I support alternative lifestyles, but I don’t want to live one.”  Adele laughed nervously. 
    She felt uncomfortable.  The kneading continued, but with only one hand on the account of the masseuses’ other appendage still holding firmly onto Adele’s neck.  The towel fell from her backside, revealing her thong-covered globes to the Caribbean sun.  The titanium-like grip around her neck hampered Adele’s full range of motion. 
    “Is this some type of S & M massage?” 
    Adele had reached her limit after receiving no response to her question.  She braced her weight with her arms at either side of the table and kicked her feet. 
    “Let me up,” Adele yelled. 
    Her consolation prize, a powerful slap to the ass, didn’t stop Adele’s escape attempt.  The tyrannical rule of the wayward masseuse foiled Adele’s stab at freedom.  When she felt another blow to her backside, she wailed.  It felt like a thousand hot needles poking at her rear end.  Not to be left unattended, her left cheek met the same fate. 
    Adele rolled her body to escape the hand.  She risked a cracked skull, but at least she would be able to see the masseuse turned rogue agent who was intent on torturing her.   Instead of the ground, Adele found herself tangled up in familiar Olive tinted arms. 
    “Woman, you’re going to kill yourself,” Ambrogio said.
    “What the fuck are you doing in here?” She was dumbfounded to find Ambrogio standing smugly between her and a busted head.
    “I’m giving you a massage.”
    “Where’s Lovely?”
    “I paid her to go away,” Ambrogio said.
    “Pay her to come back and then go away.”
    “I want to apologize for my behavior.”  Ambrogio held onto Adele.
    “Just when I was starting to forget you existed, here you are.”
    “I hurt you terribly with my words, for that I am sorry.”  He situated her on the massage table and took her hands into his.
    “Something is missing from your apology.  I have a wager for you, throw in an “I’m a rat bastard” and I might see your apology with one of my own,” Adele said. 
    “Adele, I’m a rat bastard.  I hurt you terribly with my callous words, for that I am sorry.  Better?”
    “Callous?  Nice touch.  To be fair, I was a little out of line earlier, but I don’t think it warranted the big red scarlet “S” you stamped on my forehead.”
    “Apology accepted?” Ambrogio kissed her hand.
    “Not quite.  What’s with the slaps to my