She had the towel folded in half and covering her ass and down to her knees. "Sorry" I said, "I need to be able to get to your legs" folding the towel... up smaller so it barely covered her ass. I took a peek under the towel and that ass was PERFECT! "Are you ok?" I asked"Yep" she said. "I'm going to start on your back" as I poured some warm oil in my palms. I was shaking a bit as my hands gripped the small of her back and slowly slid up towards her shoulders. Bliss...pure young, chocolate-skinned. . . interests. Weapons. Cutting-edge weapons. Weapons like the "Needle-nosed Tommy," a small, silent job that uses magnetic induction instead of exploding gasses to propel its projectiles; it fires tiny wire-like needles, up to a thousand per second, at speeds over 1000 meters per second. So far, there isn't a shielding strong enough to stop these damn things; I've seem 'em punch through a foot of concrete block and an inch of steel plating. Da Boss had other interests, too; diversification. Where did the skirt come from? The Gap. Yes, he knew it came from the Gap, but if he didn't get it, how did it wind up in his apartment. It got into his bedroom because he bought it on Sunday. He got it on Sunday at the Gap. But he didn't go to the Gap on Sunday. But he did. At Starbucks, he got his large coffee with cream and sugar, to soothe his churning and upset stomach. Rob hurried across the street, into the office; waving at the receptionist just to make himself feel better, feel more. Rebeca spent her day doing massages in the public massage area since she had no private ones on her schedule. She was always amazed at the people she saw come through the area. She had everybody from a young couple to a couple that was in their seventies. That was what was great about working here, the variety of people.At the end of her day, she went to change before leaving. She stopped by the scheduling board to see if she had any private massages scheduled for the next day. She saw she was.