Michael
I was finally able to make an appointment with Missy at her massage place. It was called Heavenly Bodyworks. She was the owner. When I walked in, a woman in her fifties walked out of a door and walked up to reception to pay her bill.
“How was your massage with Missy, Caroline?”
“Wonderful as always, that woman has magic hands. I always come in so stiff and by the end of our session I am loosey goosey.”
The woman and the receptionist laughed. I walked up after the woman left and, with my most charming smile, informed the receptionist, Amy, that I was there for a ninety-minute massage, with Missy.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Moreno. She’ll be right with you. Would you like a glass of cucumber water?”
“Yes, thank you,” I said. She turned and went over to a station and poured me water
