She spoke good English. Her name was Marissa. We talked about the city. She lived here and often went up to the hotel roof on a sunny day to enjoy the...scenery. We smiled a lot and our shoulder touched as well as our arm. She had beautiful lips with purple lipstick. It was a coincidence that we were both teachers, she at a secondary school, and I was at university. Suddenly she extended her right hand and spread her fingers next to my hand. I understood she was showing me that neither of us had. His mouth tastes of wine and chocolate and I cannot get enough of him.As I press myself close to him, it suddenly starts to rain.“I think we should head back to the hotel,” I tell him. “I seem to be getting very wet.”He smiles at the double-meaning and takes my hand. We’re only a few minutes away from the hotel now, so we walk quickly, trying to dodge the crowds and the puddles, but it’s a heavy shower and we are both drenched by the time we return to the warmth of our room.“So, what shall we. "I'm sure you want to look as pretty as possible for yourboyfriend." she sniggered. "I never thought you would beunfaithful to me with a man but it's my idea I suppose."Friday quickly arrived and I filled my bag with all the new gear.Linda had told me to put it on and done my makeup so I lookedokay. After this practice I felt a lot better. My mouth was dryand my knees were knocking as I approached Stephens's door. Anordinary enough house in a quiet suburb. I was glad I had my morenormal clothes. I told her how gentle you are, because she mentioned she has very sensitive skin. ” The next day I got a call. It was Marilyn. She explained that one of her clients gave my number to her and said she would like to make an appointment for a massage. She explained how her feet and legs felt very heavy at the end of the day and was wondering if a massage would help. I told her certainly.It was quite warm and humid for an early June day. When Marilyn came over I explained what massage was about and.