”I poured some oil on my hands and started kneading the mussels at the back of the neck and moved down her back, searching out any tight knots. Whe... I got into the lower back and moved onto her butt mussels, she said that maybe I did know what I was doing, and where did I learn it. So I told her about a girl I used to know that was a proper medical masseuse and that she had taught me her techniques so I could massage her. As I was talking I moved back up and worked on the knots I had found. . "Tami's eyes almost bugged out as the band started their second number.After the song, I told Tami about my afternoon."Oh, boy!" she said."That would be the G-rated response." Oh, shit!" That would be the PG-response." Oh..." I know," I interrupted. "I tried to talk to her, but she won't let me." What makes you think I can talk to her?" I don't think she's upset that she caught me fucking Mikee. I think she thinks I'm betraying you." Oh, boy!" Yeah." What makes you think I can get her to listen. The rock on which she perched was the height of a man, one bumpy knoll sticking out of the sea. And it was her song, lovely and clear as from a flute made of glass, which drew him relentlessly. She was naked. Her slender torso rose in a crescendo to a lovely pair of breasts. As Michael got closer, he could see that the cool breeze invited her nipples to point at him. But that wasn’t what got his attention. What got his attention was her face. It was Lucy — his Lucy. And though his arms were. Her softball nipples and long, erect tips were clearly visible, probably from across the street. A car rear-ended a tour bus as we stood there. The gaping tourists in the windows of the bus didn't seem to notice. "Shit, let's get inside, Millie. You're going to cause a traffic jam." We were standing directly in front of the building where CURVY magazine was located. She grinned and we walked in. The CURVY offices were on the thirty-fifth floor. As we rode up in the elevator, Millie gave my ass.