Chapter 45

The masseuse who showed up for our massages was an Amazon, taller than I was. She looked strong, not quite a body builder, but with defined muscles and tone. She reminded me of the actress, Gwendoline Christie from Game of Thrones. Her name was Klara. I detected a slight accent, more by inflection, than pronunciation, perhaps German although her English was impeccable. She had a portable massage table in one hand, and a bag with her other supplies in her left. She was wearing white slacks with a white polo shirt with her company emblem stitched on it. She was well put together, curves in all the right places, just tall and sturdy looking. Based on height alone, I'd guess 170 pounds, but they weren't bad pounds, just tall pounds.

"Where would you like me to set up?"

"Over by the window, please," I said. "I'll be paying for everyone."

"Of course, Mr. Harmon.

She headed to the open space by the window and opened the table, then put a clean sheet over it with a f