attempted to stand. Great, she thought, and I still have to drive to get the girls and make it back.
She laid her hands on her lower back as she straightened and followed it with stretching her arms, one at a time in front of her to stretch the area between her shoulder blades. Her back still hurt, but it would. There wasn’t much else she could do about it now. She had work to do.
***
As Gavin passed by the doorway, he noticed how she worked to maneuver herself from the bed, and then on his way back down the hall, she was attempting to stretch out her back. He sighed and shook his head, knowing full well it would never work. What she needed was a massage, a nice deep tissue one, or better yet, a hot stone one. It would soothe her muscles and work out the tension. He knew just who to call. Reaching for the phone permanently affixed to his belt, he scrolled through his contacts and dialed.
“Mr. Meyers!” The woman on the other end of the phone exclaimed. “What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t expect to hear from you again.”
In truth, Gavin never expected to have to call her again. They had become acquainted during his rather extreme last-ditch effort to save his marriage. When he finally realized all was not well in his world, a world he took much pride in creating and maintaining, he had decided to examine the marriage as he had every merger and business transaction in his life. He merely needed to provide a little service and surely India would be happy. He had sought to uncover her need and then merely fulfill it.
Day after day she would be hunched over a pottery wheel or in odd positions soldering stained glass pieces, or welding. The list of her mediums grew. Night after night he had seen her stretching much like Hannah had earlier in an effort to ease her discomfort. In his first approach, he had a pool company and landscapers come in and install a hot tub to accompany the pool. He imagined opening a bottle of wine and cuddling up there with her, but India had argued about the dangers of all those chemicals against her skin. At last, he realized he was going to need a more hands on approach, literally. After hiring a masseuse to come to the house and work out her muscles, Gavin was drawn to the doorway when he heard the sounds India was emitting. He had never heard her moan in pleasure so enthusiastically before and blushed. Immediately he knew he wanted to be the one to elicit this response from her. It wasn’t about passion; it was a matter of pride. He took classes in the evenings until he was a certified masseur. Then he went a step further. Because he understood her desire for natural elements touching her skin, he had flown to Arizona to take La Stone therapy seminars. He sighed. He had never even had the chance to show her all he learned. While he was more than qualified to work out Hannah’s pain, they weren’t there yet.
“So, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Sierra continued to gush.
“It appears I need your services this evening,” he began slowly. “Do you still make house calls?” He could feel his gut clench as he asked.
“For you? Of course,” she cooed.
“Well, it wouldn’t be for me exactly, but I would be paying you.” He waited expectantly for an answer. “I would need you here, say…eight tonight?” He could hear the sound of pages turning rapidly.
“Hmm. I think it could be arranged,” she said slowly, writing the appointment on her date book. “One hour?”
Gavin, thinking of the pain he had seen in Hannah’s face as she lay in his arms, shook his head. “Better make it an hour and a half.”
***
Gingerly making her way down each step, Hannah finally reached the foyer. She walked over to the side table to grab her purse, retrieve her keys, and head out to pick up the girls when Gavin stuck his head out of the study. She stiffened a moment, having nearly
She laid her hands on her lower back as she straightened and followed it with stretching her arms, one at a time in front of her to stretch the area between her shoulder blades. Her back still hurt, but it would. There wasn’t much else she could do about it now. She had work to do.
***
As Gavin passed by the doorway, he noticed how she worked to maneuver herself from the bed, and then on his way back down the hall, she was attempting to stretch out her back. He sighed and shook his head, knowing full well it would never work. What she needed was a massage, a nice deep tissue one, or better yet, a hot stone one. It would soothe her muscles and work out the tension. He knew just who to call. Reaching for the phone permanently affixed to his belt, he scrolled through his contacts and dialed.
“Mr. Meyers!” The woman on the other end of the phone exclaimed. “What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t expect to hear from you again.”
In truth, Gavin never expected to have to call her again. They had become acquainted during his rather extreme last-ditch effort to save his marriage. When he finally realized all was not well in his world, a world he took much pride in creating and maintaining, he had decided to examine the marriage as he had every merger and business transaction in his life. He merely needed to provide a little service and surely India would be happy. He had sought to uncover her need and then merely fulfill it.
Day after day she would be hunched over a pottery wheel or in odd positions soldering stained glass pieces, or welding. The list of her mediums grew. Night after night he had seen her stretching much like Hannah had earlier in an effort to ease her discomfort. In his first approach, he had a pool company and landscapers come in and install a hot tub to accompany the pool. He imagined opening a bottle of wine and cuddling up there with her, but India had argued about the dangers of all those chemicals against her skin. At last, he realized he was going to need a more hands on approach, literally. After hiring a masseuse to come to the house and work out her muscles, Gavin was drawn to the doorway when he heard the sounds India was emitting. He had never heard her moan in pleasure so enthusiastically before and blushed. Immediately he knew he wanted to be the one to elicit this response from her. It wasn’t about passion; it was a matter of pride. He took classes in the evenings until he was a certified masseur. Then he went a step further. Because he understood her desire for natural elements touching her skin, he had flown to Arizona to take La Stone therapy seminars. He sighed. He had never even had the chance to show her all he learned. While he was more than qualified to work out Hannah’s pain, they weren’t there yet.
“So, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Sierra continued to gush.
“It appears I need your services this evening,” he began slowly. “Do you still make house calls?” He could feel his gut clench as he asked.
“For you? Of course,” she cooed.
“Well, it wouldn’t be for me exactly, but I would be paying you.” He waited expectantly for an answer. “I would need you here, say…eight tonight?” He could hear the sound of pages turning rapidly.
“Hmm. I think it could be arranged,” she said slowly, writing the appointment on her date book. “One hour?”
Gavin, thinking of the pain he had seen in Hannah’s face as she lay in his arms, shook his head. “Better make it an hour and a half.”
***
Gingerly making her way down each step, Hannah finally reached the foyer. She walked over to the side table to grab her purse, retrieve her keys, and head out to pick up the girls when Gavin stuck his head out of the study. She stiffened a moment, having nearly
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