So that was how it happened. Dad pulled up my office chair and watched while I gave my mother a lengthy deep-tissue massage. She moaned repeatedly, but we could clearly hear little "pops" as her vertebra shifted into their proper alignment. Each time, she let out a prolonged groan and we watched her relax afterward.
"When did you learn to do this?" Dad asked partway through.
"It was something I studied a couple years before I got sick," I replied. "I've gotten a lot better at it recently. Since I'm so much stronger now, it's really easy for me to apply the proper amount of pressure to really work out the kinks."
"Ohhh, yes," Mom purred as I finally worked out a particularly knotty group of muscles.
Just listening to my mother groaning and moaning like that had my dad all worked up. By
