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Why a spa ? (chapter 1) After work last week, I came in tired from a horrid day at the office. The phones had not stopped ringing and the machines were breaking down. I had been dragged from my peaceful programming job , sent out into the back room to lift machinery and carry it to the storeroom. Hardly executive material...
I arrived home later than normal and was dissapointed to find that my parents had not cooked anything for me. However the note on the fridge saying that they had gone to Sydney for the weekend was enough to make me forget about trivial things like food, at least for now.I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down to watch TV, but thoughts of the swirling bubbles in the spa hot tub working away the knots in my shoulders quickly drove me out onto the deck. I quietly eased into the water and took a seat, beer in one hand and stereo remote control in the other. This is as close to heaven as you can get on earth, I thought, with the exception of one thing - I was alone. Immediately
I felt better and closed my eyes, trying to relax. The sound of Richard Marx's voice was softly carrying me into relaxation. I slipped a little deeper into the water. I moved my head from side to side, trying to get the pain in my shoulders to go away. Some time later I opened my eyes and was surprised to see the object of my passion opposite me in the tub, staring at me and smiling. The dolphin on her necklace was glistening beautifully in the sun, and delivered my mind into temptation. I felt her foot rubbing my calf muscles as she smiled ever deeper, losing me in her beautiful eyes. Then I heard her magical voice say I probably needed someone to rub my shoulders for me, and before I knew it, she was moving gracefully across the tub. She began massaging my neck and shoulders, continually assuring me that she could make all the tension in me disappear. After about five minutes of neck work, she moved to my back, making small circles with her fingers and lightly tickling me with her fingernails. I warned her that this was dangerous, as I was becoming aroused. She laughed, her hair gently whipping across her gorgeous face. She assured me that she would take care not to excite me, but she and I both knew, and hoped, that this was a lie. I could hardly keep still as she stroked my lower back, dragging her nails