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The day hadn't officially begun for me, but my phone was ringing incessantly. My brain fuzzily went through the motion of booting up, checking it's memory and available space before turning on the cameras which were my eyes. I clumsily reached for the phone, not even daring to look at the glare which the screen was giving to see who it was. "Hello", I croaked. "Hi. Is that you George?" came a voice which I did not immediately recognize. "Yep. All of me. Who is it please?" "It's me, Mel... Melanie, we met at the principal's office, and, uh... later on at the locker room." I smiled to myself. Well well... I decided to play dumb. "Oh, hi Mel. Yeah, apologies, I'm not much of a morning person." "Listen," she said, "I just want to thank you for yesterday." "Oh, that's cool. No problem. You needed the massage. Your back was in an awful shape." "I know. But also the extra bit made it e...

The spa was quiet--too quiet--as she stepped through the frosted glass doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. She told herself it was just a massage. Just an innocent, overdue indulgence after weeks of stress. But part of her was nervous at the idea of strange hands on her. Only two pair had danced over her peach tanned skin so far. Paid or not. It felt incorrect. She texted one of the hands, saved in her phone as Cowboy. A contact picture of a shirtless man eating candy in a hotel bed grinning at the camera. The full photo showed a reflection in the mirror. Her, taking the picture of him, pure nude covered in a thin layer of sweat. The receptionist smiled knowingly and handed her a robe, yanking her from the text to Logan. "He'll be with you shortly," she said, as if that meant something more than it did. Riley slipped into the changing room, her fingers trembling slightly as she shed her clothes. The robe slid over her bare skin like a secret, soft an...

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