“Come in,” I replied, smiling unseen.The room lit up as the door briefly opened. “How are you doing today?” my masseuse asked, her voice sweet... light, and somehow familiar. But I couldn’t place from where.“I’m doing well, thanks. Work’s been busy lately, so I figured I’d reward myself, get a little pampering.”“Good choice. Have you ever been here before?” she asked as she walked past me. Music began to play, a soft, bland piece designed for relaxation over actual entertainment. A few dull. Dear Hudson, My train leaves in a week. By the time you receive this I shall be almost in Salem. How exciting it is to think we will finally meet face to face. I do hope my tintype enclosed in my previous letter was to your liking… He folds it away and put it back in his pocket. That was a month ago and today is the day. He’d pick her up from the newspaper office and then they’d be married in the church before heading home. He almost couldn’t believe he was doing this again. Third time’s the. I heard him exclaim, "Alright!" under his breath as I pulled her shorts down.Tawney stepped out of the shorts and I dropped them on the coffee table with my clothes. I stood up and went behind her to unfasten her bra. He reminded me that he wanted me to feel her up through her underwear first.I felt silly. I moved my hands over her breasts but he wasn't satisfied with my mechanical movements. He snapped, "You better put some feeling in it, you stupid cunt! I'm about that close to taking a belt. ’ I got down on my knees in front of her. I could look of her dress from my vantage point. Her pussy smelt like heaven. ‘Please, take off your dress.’ She turned around and unzipped her dress. She let it slide down her shoulders and down her waist. her plump, beautiful ass was right in front in front of my face. ‘Stand up and undress.’ Before she could even get the would undress out of her mouth I was already on my feet. I started unbuttoning my shirt and I let it fall to the floor. She walked.