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room, Andrea,” Jayme said, looking around. The beiges and salmon colors were accented with the green of live plants and wicker chairs. A window facing the ocean was open, and a quiet breeze brought in the salt air. It reminded her of Katherine’s office, and that made her happy. “May I take a few pictures of your room, Andrea? I have a friend back home that would love to see this.”
“Of course, ma’am, help yourself.” Picking up a form from her desk, Andrea said, “I see you’ve have massages before, Ms. Haller.”
“Many times, yes. I try to get a massage once a month at home and whenever possible when I’m on vacation. Finding you here was an unexpected treat,” Jayme replied, scanning the room with her camera.
“You’ve booked an hour and a half massage plus a sea-salt and apricot foot scrub, followed by an herbal body wrap?” Andrea questioned.
“Yes, is there time for all of that?”
“Certainly! I was only double checking the information,” the therapist answered. “If you will follow me, please.” Andrea led Jayme into another, more spacious room.
The massage table stood center stage and was already made up with cream-colored sheets and a pale green blanket. To the side, Jayme recognized the heated water bath that held the sheets for the herbal wrap. A display table sported a variety of delicately scented lotions and oils.
While Andrea stepped back into the office to lock the front door, Jayme undressed and hung her clothes on the hooks she presumed were for that purpose. With a sigh of contentment, she slid under the top sheet, placed her face into the head cradle, draped her arms off the edges, and waited for the therapist to return.
Andrea spread some oil on Jayme’s back and began to knead her muscles. “You must get a great deal of exercise. You have strong, well-defined muscles.”
Jayme grunted a response and fell silent again, hoping the girl would get the message she didn’t want to talk.
An hour into the wonderfully quiet massage, Andrea whispered into Jayme’s ear that it was time to turn over. Jayme shifted onto her back and moved lower so the face cradle could be removed, all without opening her eyes.
The total time Jayme spent in the spa hut was two and a half hours, and she felt both exhilarated and like an overcooked noodle. She felt wonderful! After putting on her clothes again, she stepped into the office room where Andrea sat at her desk.
“And how did you enjoy that?” The therapist handed Jayme a bottle of chilled water.
“That was one of the best massages I’ve ever had. Thank you,” Jayme said. “I think I could use a nap!” she chuckled. Although she had already paid at the front desk for the services, Jayme handed Andrea an extra-large tip.
***
Back in her room, Jayme took a shower to wash off the oils that had been rubbed into her skin and slipped into a long, flowing caftan for a walk on the beach.
“You would like it here, Donald,” she said aloud, standing on the shoreline. “The diving has been great, all the people have been extra nice, and the food is really good.” She stopped a few feet from the shore and lowered her chin to her chest while the tears flowed. “Oh, Donald, I miss you so much!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jayme rinsed her dive gear in the fresh water tank and turned to find Daniel close behind.
“I’m glad you made the afternoon dive this time, Jayme,” Daniel said. “How did you like that wall?”
“It was wonderful, and I was impressed with our two new divers, they handled the deeper depth really well. I remember my first deep dive, an eighty foot wall in Cozumel. I drifted down to ninety-five feet before someone caught me,” Jayme laughed. “It’s so easy to lose track of a few feet when the water is so clear. Three-hundred-foot visibility can be misleading.”
Daniel nodded in acknowledgement. “What was your most memorable part of that dive?”
“In Cozumel? It
“Of course, ma’am, help yourself.” Picking up a form from her desk, Andrea said, “I see you’ve have massages before, Ms. Haller.”
“Many times, yes. I try to get a massage once a month at home and whenever possible when I’m on vacation. Finding you here was an unexpected treat,” Jayme replied, scanning the room with her camera.
“You’ve booked an hour and a half massage plus a sea-salt and apricot foot scrub, followed by an herbal body wrap?” Andrea questioned.
“Yes, is there time for all of that?”
“Certainly! I was only double checking the information,” the therapist answered. “If you will follow me, please.” Andrea led Jayme into another, more spacious room.
The massage table stood center stage and was already made up with cream-colored sheets and a pale green blanket. To the side, Jayme recognized the heated water bath that held the sheets for the herbal wrap. A display table sported a variety of delicately scented lotions and oils.
While Andrea stepped back into the office to lock the front door, Jayme undressed and hung her clothes on the hooks she presumed were for that purpose. With a sigh of contentment, she slid under the top sheet, placed her face into the head cradle, draped her arms off the edges, and waited for the therapist to return.
Andrea spread some oil on Jayme’s back and began to knead her muscles. “You must get a great deal of exercise. You have strong, well-defined muscles.”
Jayme grunted a response and fell silent again, hoping the girl would get the message she didn’t want to talk.
An hour into the wonderfully quiet massage, Andrea whispered into Jayme’s ear that it was time to turn over. Jayme shifted onto her back and moved lower so the face cradle could be removed, all without opening her eyes.
The total time Jayme spent in the spa hut was two and a half hours, and she felt both exhilarated and like an overcooked noodle. She felt wonderful! After putting on her clothes again, she stepped into the office room where Andrea sat at her desk.
“And how did you enjoy that?” The therapist handed Jayme a bottle of chilled water.
“That was one of the best massages I’ve ever had. Thank you,” Jayme said. “I think I could use a nap!” she chuckled. Although she had already paid at the front desk for the services, Jayme handed Andrea an extra-large tip.
***
Back in her room, Jayme took a shower to wash off the oils that had been rubbed into her skin and slipped into a long, flowing caftan for a walk on the beach.
“You would like it here, Donald,” she said aloud, standing on the shoreline. “The diving has been great, all the people have been extra nice, and the food is really good.” She stopped a few feet from the shore and lowered her chin to her chest while the tears flowed. “Oh, Donald, I miss you so much!”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jayme rinsed her dive gear in the fresh water tank and turned to find Daniel close behind.
“I’m glad you made the afternoon dive this time, Jayme,” Daniel said. “How did you like that wall?”
“It was wonderful, and I was impressed with our two new divers, they handled the deeper depth really well. I remember my first deep dive, an eighty foot wall in Cozumel. I drifted down to ninety-five feet before someone caught me,” Jayme laughed. “It’s so easy to lose track of a few feet when the water is so clear. Three-hundred-foot visibility can be misleading.”
Daniel nodded in acknowledgement. “What was your most memorable part of that dive?”
“In Cozumel? It
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