Chapter 76

Louis’s muscles were aching. He didn’t want to think about his wife, Blessing. All he wanted to think about at the moment was his friend, Tory who was telling him about her life.

He lay on his belly, and Tory straddled him, massaging his back and neck and thighs with her fingers, her knuckles, her elbows. He was painfully taut. She stood on him, placed one foot gingerly on the back of a thigh, and then the other. “Does it feel okay now that I am working on it?”

“Yes!” He groaned in pleasure-pain. “Just keep on with what you are doing. And, please don’t stop. This may be one of the best apology I have gotten from someone who I have known in less than a week.”

She pressed down slowly, his skin warm under the soles of her feet, his tense muscles unknotting. She steadied herself with a hand on the wall, and dug her heels deeper, moving inch by inch while he grunted, “Ah! You are getting closer to my position of burden. This is very comforting. How come you are so good