He stepped into the nearest cubicle moving forward to the far wall to turn the water on. He also grabbed some liquid soap and began lathering up his p...nis and balls then turned around to close the cubicle door behind him. That’s when he discovered his way was blocked by another naked body. That naked body had also closed the door for him. That naked body was pressed back against the door and was looking at Stephen with big, nervous eyes. That naked body before Stephen Bartell was none other. I asked her if she gave everybody this much body contact. She said, “Unless there is some reason not to like the guy, I do. The more aroused I get the guy during the massage, the more easily he comes at the end.” That made perfect sense. And it reminded me that she intended to get me to come at the end. Then it was time to get out of the tub. For the next part of the massage, I was face down on the mattress while she massaged my back. She gave me a really good massage. She touched my legs to. Okay," I looked down at my food, "I'm sorry . . . I just thought . . . So it'll happen again when I turn 19?" I asked, embarrassed. "Yes," she said," Or maybe on other special occasions too, like Christmas or Graduation." Oh," I said, poking at my food. I glanced up and saw my parents exchanging a look."We'll see," my mom said, "Maybe we can work something out." I looked back down at my food and quickly excused myself.'I am so stupid' I said to myself, as I climbed the stairs. 'How could I. ”She gave him a funny stare. Sometimes he couldn’t get her at all. Little tear pockets formed, then she wiped them away and laughed. Or tried to laugh. It was a cross between a chuckle and a sob.“All right; darling. If you really want, I’ll do it for you.”“Know what that’l1 make you?” he asked“It could make me a sort of working housewife.” She blushed and lowered her glance. Her words hit him. He didn’t mean it that way at all..