The Magic Touch
“You like that?” Monique sighed as she dug into her boyfriend’s back muscles.
“Mmmhmm,” came the reply. His face remained buried in his pillow as she worked.
She like it when he let her do things like this with him. He was so trusting that he’d helped get over her own anxiety. It’d taken her a while to get over the last time she worked on someone. But this time would be different. Her boyfriend was young and healthy. Not like that middle-aged man who’d had a heart attack when she…
She paused when her boyfriend went limp. “Frank? Frank?”