(ooc: I keep thinking Saturday Night Live...IT'S PAAAATTTTTTT :))
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> "Thank you." He waited until she left and
> undressed, sliding under the covers and taking
> a deep breath, he slowly exhaled.
>Not long after he settled himself, the door opened and in walked 'Pat'.
>David could not see this mystical person, but soon would.
>Pat walked in in front of him and sat on a stool, PADD in hand. "I see
>you are here for a full body massage, Captain Boulay. Are there any special
>areas of interest, parts of your body that have been holding tension
lately."
"I need the works...I have been in a ....difficult situation. My back needs
work especially please." He kept his face in the little pillow not wanting
to move out of his relaxed state.
She started off with his shoulders and neck. Then worked up through his
scalp, then back to his neck and shoulders. From there she worked over his
back, slowly needing the muscles, squeezing out the stress.
As the relaxing massage continued, David became oddly tense. It was as if
Pat's touch were arousing some strange feelings from him. Not feelings of
relaxation at all, but bringing back small clips of memory from his time in
captivity and the pain of torture. Pat could sense the tension.
"You are entirely too tense Captain. I can feel your muscles tightening
as I go. Is there something wrong?"
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