>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?"
David pushed her away for a moment and shuddered, then started to look up,
"Something isn't right..." He looks at her...
To Boulay's surprise, it was not a her, but a him. The rather good looking
man, complete with muscles and classic good looks, stared back at the Naked
Boulay. Pat, despite his good looks, was otherwise not recognizable.
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