It had been a long day, and I couldn’t wait until my last customer arrived.

I had about five minutes before she showed up, so I took a break. I’m the owner of Tender Touch, a small but profitable massage salon. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Sure, the work is hard, but it gives me satisfaction knowing that I’m helping other women find relief from daily stress.

I heard the door opening, and the bells of the wind chime tinkled against one another. Time to go back to work, I thought.

“Good afternoon, Tracy. The usual?” I said. She nodded and stepped behind the screen to undress. As she emerged, tying a towel loosely around her waist, I couldn’t help but take in her beauty. Tracy was single, about five foot nine, with dark hair, and her perfect body had curves... Read More