I grab a robe for myself, hoping it would be long enough. These places had a way of giving me a robe I felt my brother would probably seriously wear. I go into the bathroom and strip down. I look in the mirror at the scar before running a hand over my hair and pulling the robe over me. I tie it and with one last look I go back out.
By this point, the masseuse has me where she’d like and I’m getting comfortable. I give him a small smile when he comes out.
I go to my own massage table and lay down. I offer a small smile back. Another masseuse comes to my aid and she puts a sheet over me before taking my my robe from me. I look away from Selina because my ugly shoulder is the one closest to her and no matter what anyone says, I don’t like it. I never will.
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thepatrickbateman reblogged this from callmeselina and added:
She gets higher on my back and I start feeling her fingers working away at the knots. “You can.. go harder.”
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callmeselina reblogged this from thepatrickbateman and added:
My back has already been started on and it’s possibly the best thing I’ve had in a while. Then again, massages aren’t...
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