The massage Jane shouldn't have wanted. Jane opened the door to her home and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The warm summer air hitting her face. All she told her husband was that she needed

some me time, and that he needed to watch the kids. She felt a twinge of excitement as she walked,

a little nervous, almost scared. She looked back to see if anyone was following her.

Not seeing anyone, she turned down an alley to go the other way. Towards the massage parlor.

A week ago, there was a guy walking through the Walmart parking lot, putting something on people's windshields.

Normally, she would have thrown it out, but it was a coupon for a massage.

A Swedish massage.

It all sounded so exotic, so she had kept the coupon, but the coupon expired today.

She had always wanted to try a massage, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

She almost had a massage once when she was young, in Italy, but she didn't have the nerve to let someone touch

her, to be truly naked. It had always bothered her that she didn't do it. This was her chance to see

what, if anything, she had missed. She passed a few people walking their dogs and a few

children playing in the nearby park. As she reached the massage parlor, she felt a sense of

anticipation. Hi, welcome to the blue spike.

What can I do for you today?

The young woman asked.

Um, yes, I have a coupon for a massage.

Cool, let's see.

She said and took the coupon.

Oh, this is for Tom. I'll get him.

Tom? I thought, I mean, can I have a woman, masseuse instead?

Sure, for $150, she said.

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