Chapter 1
Tina Burton awoke to the enticing aroma of freshly made pancakes. She opened her eyes slowly, still dazed after her sleep. She felt incredibly well rested, like a woman who had had her full 8 hours of recommended sleep. But there was no way that was possible. Not with two young kids, and certainly not on a Saturday. No, these days Saturday mornings meant getting up early and driving across town to watch the kids play sport. I mean sure she was excited for them when they got a kick, or a goal, but let’s be honest, the overall skill level of an under eights football match left a lot to be desired.
Tina looked across the dark room at the curtain. She could see a sliver of light where the heavy block out blinds joined.
“Oh god, we’ve slept in,” she thought.
Her eyes shifted to Kyles side of the bed. It was empty. She looked at it, confused for a moment. Surely, there was no way in hell that that man had woken up to the kids.
“Perhaps he fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV,” she reasoned.
But that didn’t explain why her bedroom smelt like fresh pancakes. Tina rolled over and checked her bedside clock.
9:00
Now Tina was properly awake.
“Oh for fucks sakes.” She muttered under her breath. There was no way she could get two kids dressed and across town in time for kick off.
Great, now she would have to rush around madly, only to turn up looking like a homeless person. Then to add salt to her wounds she would have to endure two hours of snide comments from that stuck up bitch Nancy Johnson who somehow always managed to look perfect whilst arriving twenty minutes early.
Then she saw the pancakes. They were set upon a large white plate on a decorative wooden tray, piled almost six inches high. Beside them sat two white ceramic pourers. One was full almost to the brim with golden syrup, while the other contained thick white cream and a shining silver spoon. The tray also held a rectangular plate with a large selection of fresh fruit.
The last item on the tray was a small white card. Tina reached across and picked it up. She read the words out loud.
“For The Under-appreciated Wife of the House”
Feeling puzzled, she opened the card.
To my beautiful wife,
It has come to my attention that we (myself and the children) have not been appreciative enough of all the wonderful things you do for us, day in and day out. As such I have decided to treat you to a full day of pampering and romance, starting from now! Please enjoy this breakfast I have prepared. Don’t worry about the kids I have them sorted and we are probably already on our way to the football as you read this. A car will be here to pick you up at ten for further pampering. Relax, dress casual.
Love From
Kyle
Tina pulled herself up slowly. Propping her pillow against the headboard, she sat back and grinned. “Well I don’t know what caused this, but I am not going to waste a second of it,” she thought. Then Tina paused, a thought crossed her mind. She reached across with her left hand and pinched her forearm as hard as she could.
“Ouch!” She cried out. “Yep definitely not a dream.” She spoke out loud once again, to no one in particular.
Without hesitating any longer she picked the tray up off the bedside table and began to tuck in to one of the best breakfasts she had ever had. The pancakes were simply exquisite, so light and fluffy, coupling perfectly with the cream and syrup. The accompanying fruit platter was delicious and sweet. Tina started to wonder how her husband had managed to make such a masterful meal given that over the last twelve years the most advanced meal she’d seen him make was spaghetti bolognaise and even then, the sauce had come in a jar. She resolved to find the culinary genius who had created such an appetising arrangement.
In no time the tray was completely cleared. Tina looked down at the empty tray in wonder. Had she truly polished off such a feast? Even more remarkably, she knew from experience that scoffing a meal like that would have normally left her feeling bloated for hours, if not rolling on the floor with stomach cramps. But instead she felt fine, heck she felt better than fine. Her body felt energised, ready to take on the world.
Tina checked the clock.
9:20
Putting the tray on the bedside table she swung her legs across and slowly slid out of bed. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she lifted it over her shoulders. She slid her boxers and panties to the floor in one motion and stepped through into their ensuite bathroom. She paused in the doorway as she came face to face with her naked form, crystal clear in the full length mirror on the opposite wall.
Tina examined her reflection. She reminisced about the way she had looked before she’d had kids. She was five foot six with blonde hair and striking green eyes. That hadn’t changed. She had always had a slim figure, a narrow waist leading to wide womanly hips and an ass that would put most to shame. She’d had a perky pair of B cup breasts, flat abs and toned legs. If she wasn’t being modest she would tell you she had been a straight up hottie.
When she stared at her reflection now though, her eyes were drawn to the stretch marks on her hips and breasts, the thin cesarean scar that lay above the thick nest of dark curls between her legs. Then there was the extra weight, it was only a few extra kilos, but she just never seemed to be able to shake them. She shook her head. It wasn’t her fault, she had literally torn her body apart twice to create their two little humans. She knew she’d do it again in a heart beat if she had her time over. But she couldn’t help but wish there was a way to keep her old body and have those two little humans.
“Oh wait, there is,” she thought. “Silly me I should have just been a man.”
She thought of Kyle then with his short dark brown hair and his warm brown eyes. He hadn’t birthed a child, but having them had certainly still made its mark on his body. Where his body had been lean and muscular before, it had become softer, with gentler curves. He was by no means overweight, but it was clear that his priorities had shifted. Post work gym workouts had been replaced with 5:30 dinners, baths, playtime, book reading, dishes and a million tiny pieces of clothing waiting to be hung out or folded.
Tina smiled to herself. So what if they didn’t look the way they had at 25. They were good parents and their kids had a great life, that was a fair trade off in her opinion.
She turned her back to the mirror. “Besides, at least I’ve still got a great ass,” she thought admiring the curve of her luscious posterior.
Tina stepped to the shower, turning it on. She turned the heat up to a level that would have prompted Kyle to question if she was trying to burn the skin from his bones.
Carefully she stepped under the steady stream of water.
“Aaaah perfect.” She tilted her head back and enjoyed the heat from the water. Her mind began to wander and she wondered what Kyle had in store for her. She was getting picked up by a mystery driver and taken to a mystery location for a day of pampering. Surely that meant a day spa. But why then did she need a driver? It seemed like an unnecessary expense. Tina poked her head out of the shower and checked the time.
9:45
Where had the time gone? She shut off the water and jumped out, towelling herself down quickly. She had been planning to get dressed up, but that ship had sailed. She wasn’t upset, that was the life of a mother. Tina could remember a time when she would refuse to leave the house without her makeup done and her hair perfectly groomed. These days she was lucky to get out of the house with a pony tail and some light foundation on her face.
Today was one of those days. She threw on some exercise pants, a loose singlet and a pair of joggers. She had just finished tying back her hair when the doorbell rang.
“Screw it,” thought Tina. Leaving her makeup untouched, she picked up her purse and headed for the front door.
She opened the door tentatively. Standing before her was an elderly gentleman wearing a full tuxedo and a top hat. Tina did a double take. The man was tall and wiry with a thick grey moustache, a mischievous smile... And a top hat. She stared at him not sure what to say.
The man appeared bemused by her reaction and she suspected this wasn’t the first time he’d left a woman speechless.
The man gave a small nod of his head and tipped his hat to her.
“Good day madam,” his voice was deep with a note of reassurance. “My name is Archibald K Atmos, but you may call me Archie.”
Tina blushed, she didn’t know why, but the whole interaction had taken her by surprise.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Archie. My name is Tina,” she finally got out.
“I can assure you m’lady, the pleasure is all mine.”
This just made her blush more, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She shuffled her feet nervously.
“If you’ll come with me lady Tina, then we can begin your day of pampering.”
Archie motioned towards a sleek looking 1960′s limo parked out on the curb.
Tina’s jaw dropped. She stared at the limo in shock. After a few seconds her brain registered that Archie was still looking at her, awaiting a response.
“Oh, ah right, um yeah, I guess we had better go then.” The words tumbled out of her in a jumbled mess.
She stepped through the door and turned, taking an excruciating amount of time to lock the door due to her shaking hands, which refused to do what she asked of them. When she turned back she found that Archie had already left and was standing at attention next to the car with the rear door open. She walked across the front lawn quickly and slid into the back seat.
The rear of the car was expansive with soft cream leather seats. The windows were heavily tinted affording her some privacy whilst also giving her the opportunity to ogle all the other people who weren’t getting to live it up today like she was.
The car started to move and Tina didn’t even have time to wonder where they were going. She was too busy admiring the finery that surrounded her. The panelling appeared to be made from smooth polished oak whilst all the buttons and fixtures had a marble like appearance. “Surely no one would put marble fittings in a car,” she thought. She looked down at her exercise pants and singlet. “Surely no one in their right mind would say ‘dress casual’ for a trip in this vehicle.”
She sighed. She loved Kyle, but by god that man had no sense of fashion. It was hard to be mad at him though since he appeared to be the mastermind behind this whole trip.
Tinas thoughts were interrupted by a low pneumatic hiss. A panel between the front seats folded down and a bucket full of ice and a bottle of Prosecco emerged. A tall champagne class stood next to the bucket.
“Lady Tina, would you care for a drop this fine morning?” Tina looked at the bottle incredulously. It was ten in the morning. She considered it for a moment. For all she knew she was about to turn up to some kind of high class lunch cabaret completely underdressed. It probably wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of liquid courage before she got there. Besides it was her favourite drop.
“Yeah fuck it, why not,” she said in a very unlady like fashion.
“As you wish m’lady.”
At the push of a button from Archie, a mechanical arm shot out and deftly uncorked the bottle before pouring her a glass.
Tina stared in wonderment. “What on earth is happening?” She wondered. “And I’m really starting to like this whole m’lady thing, I might need to have a chat to Kyle, see if we can get that happening permanently.” She smirked at that thought, somehow she doubted that would happen.
She sipped her Prosecco and looked out the window. They were leaving the city behind now and she watched the steady stream of houses out the window transform into rolling meadows and green countryside. As she finished her last sip, she felt the vehicle slow and turn into a long driveway. The car meandered slowly up a white limestone track with a line of tall pine trees either side. As they reached the top of the hill the pine trees ended and Tina could see a large white mansion. As they drew nearer she could see that the walls were made of white marble with white columns and ornate figures carved at every corner.
The limestone drive formed a large loop with a circle of the most perfectly cut lawn in its centre.
“Crikey,” thought Tina. “If Kyle were here he’d be going spare about that lawn. ‘Look at that perfect cross hatching’ he’d say. ‘Not a single blade out of place... blah, blah, blah, lawn, blah, blah.’ God dammit he’s even got me looking at the bloody lawn now. I’m sitting next to an architectural masterpiece and all I can think is ‘I wonder what sort of fertiliser they use to get it so green.’”
Archie stopped the car and left it idling in neutral. He stepped out and walked to the rear of the car opening the door for her. Tina stepped out anxiously. She walked towards the large double oak front doors filled with a mixture of dread and excitement.
When she got to the doors Archie was already there, holding them open. Somehow he had managed to beat her there without rushing or looking flustered. “God, that man has class,” she thought.
“Please take a seat m’lady,” Archie gestured towards a cream leather couch situated against the opposite wall.
“Lady Roma will be in to welcome you shortly.”
Tina stepped through the doorway and scurried across the foyer to sit on the couch. Archie closed the door behind her and returned to the parked car.
Tina sat anxiously and wondered who the mysterious Roma was and what Kyle had gotten her into. After a couple of minutes she started to relax. She pulled out her phone. “I had better capture this moment,” she thought. She flipped the camera and took a few selfies making sure to incorporate the exquisite surroundings into her shot. She already had the Facebook post planned “getting pampered for the day.” This would be accompanied by a handful of hashtags detailing exactly how great her day was going. “Then you can stick that in your pipe and smoke it Nancy Johnson.” She muttered as she typed out the post.
At that moment her thoughts were interrupted as a woman burst through a wooden door off to her right.
The woman was short, Tina estimated about four foot, five inches tall with short cropped dark hair and large, black rimmed glasses.
That was all the observation time Tina got before the woman started talking at a rapid pace, barely pausing between sentences.
“Oh my god darling! You must be Tina! What a pleasure it is to have you here in my humble abode. Oh and you are so beautiful. I thought that surely Kyle was exaggerating, but you are just as lovely as he described.”
Tina blushed as she stood up. “Tha...”
“Oh darling, you don’t need to thank me.” Roma cut her off. “No darling, it is my pleasure to help such a beautiful woman and a wonderful mother. Oh we are going to have a good day today.” Roma reached up and grabbed her face before gentle repositioning a few strands of loose hair behind Tinas ear. “Oh there is so much potential with this one. My god darling, by the time I’m done with you the Greeks will be writing poems of your beauty.”
Romas face fell. Tina followed the line of her eyes to where she had left her phone on the couch.
“Oh no darling, this is no good. We have a strict no photo, no recording policy here. I am going to have to delete these.”
She pointed with her right arm at a large sign on the other side of the foyer that clearly said “NO PHOTOGRAPHS OR RECORDING.” Tina cursed herself for missing it.
“I’m so sor...”
“Oh honey, don’t worry about it. I’ll just delete these and we can get on with pampering you.”
She scooped up Tinas phone, typed in the pin code and opened it. Tina stared at her, her eyes wide with shock.
“H-how did yo...”
“Oh honey don’t worry about that. The real question we need to be asking is, what is this?”
Roma gestured wildly with one hand while jamming the phone under Tinas nose with her other. Tina had time to see her half made Facebook post before Roma had whipped the phone back away from her.
She tapped rapidly with her fingers wiping the post and the photos from the phones memory.
“Oh no honey, this is no good. You are living in a fantasy land. You need to stop paying so much attention to this fake world.” She waved the phone at Tina dramatically.
“S-sorry,” Tina stammered as she took the phone back.
Roma shook her head and slapped her hand to her forehead dramatically. “No dear you don’t understand. Here show me your feed.”
Tentatively Tina lowered her phone so that they could both see the screen. She unlocked it and opened Facebook. The first picture that popped up was of course a picture of Nancy Johnson, typically looking great in a bikini at the beach with her kids and husband. “Family days at the beach!” read the caption.
“What do you see?” Asked Roma.
“Nancy Johnson and her perfect life, as usual.”
“And therein lies the problem,” said Roma shaking her head. “Last Thursday Nancy Johnson caught her husband Hank cheating with the receptionist from his office. He doesn’t know it yet, but the silly prick linked his phone up to their iPad and all their dirty messages popped up while she was sitting on the couch reading an ebook.”
Tina looked at Roma in disbelief. She looked at the photo again. Now she could see the pain in Nancys eyes, her smile was just a mask for the pain underneath. Or was she imagining it.
“Wait how do you know th...”
“Not important.” Roma cut her off. “Keep scrolling.”
Tina frowned but complied. The next photo was a picture of Cindy Forrest. She was standing next to a brand new Land Rover. The caption read “He’s got his, now I’ve got mine!”
“What do you see?” Prompted Roma.
“Cindy got a new car to go with the one her husband already drives.” Tina paused and for once Roma didn’t cut her off. “He owns his own furniture store so they’re loaded.”
“Not true,” replied Roma. “Both cars were purchased on loan along with all the appliances in their house. Couple that with his stores poor performance over the last 12 months, they are teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.”
Tina looked at her aghast.
“Next!”
Tina scrolled further. The next picture was of Shauna Ferguson on a family holiday interstate. She was pictured at a restaurant with her husband and kids, all smiling at the camera. The caption read “My world.”
Tina just looked at Roma and waited.
“This is their first holiday in two years. She and her husband haven’t slept together in eight months.”
Tina tried to hide her discomfort. Truth be told it had been a few months between drinks for her and Kyle. It wasn’t that there was a problem, it was just that there was always something else that needed to be done first. Often by the time they got to bed, one or both of them was ready to collapse. It was just so much harder to make time when you have kids. She sighed and scrolled to the next picture.
She saw her friend Margo Santo playing on the beach with her husband and kids, no caption.
Tina sighed and turned to Roma.
“What?” Asked Roma.
“Well, what’s wrong with her life?”
“Nothing. They’re a normal happy family. Her husband is thoughtful, caring and romantic. Oh, he’s also hung like a horse and keeps her sexually satisfied regularly. They could do to have more money but they get by fine with what they’ve got.”
“Oh, that’s good then,” replied Tina staring at the picture. She looked at Margos husband Tony. She’d certainly never suspected he was the dreamboat Roma had described. “I guess you never really know someone,” she thought. “I’m certainly not going to be able to look at him the same way after that revelation.”
She paused for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing.
“Well I’m glad they’re happy at least,” she told Roma.
“That’s nice dear, but you’re missing the point.”
Tina looked at her quizzically.
“Ugh!” Roma groaned. “You need to understand that at least eighty percent of what you see on here is just bullshit. News feeds are just a collection of memories, some happy, many staged or photoshopped. You need to stop judging your day to day life based on the fabricated highs of your peers. You are enough! Your family is enough! Stop looking across at the greener grass! It is an illusion! The pastures that surround you are plenty green. Take the time to enjoy them while you still can.”
Tina nodded silently finally understanding Romas point.
“Now darling! Enough chit chat! You are here to be pampered! Follow me!” She snapped her fingers at Tina and motioned for her to follow her as she headed towards the door she had come out of earlier.
Tina followed behind feeling like an obedient child. They entered the room and Tina looked around. They were in a large dimly lit room. The walls and ceiling were a dull cream. There was a small shelving unit in the corner to her left. Atop it was a pile of soft white towels. In the centre of the room was a cream massage table. The wall to her left and the one to her right each had a large oak door in the centre, level with the table. Roma had stopped beside the table, waiting while Tina took in her surroundings. Now she spoke.
“Okay darling. This is the massage room. Once I’m gone you will take off you clothes and place them on this shelving,” she gestured towards the corner. “And I mean all your clothing darling.” Tina opened her mouth to speak but Roma cut her off before she got a chance. “Now, now darling. Don’t be a prude. You can cover yourself with one of the towels if you wish.” She continued speaking, signalling that there would be no further discussion on the topic. “Then you will lie down on the table and ring this bell.” Roma pulled a small gold bell from her pocket and shook it. The bell tolled with a crisp musical note. Suddenly the two oak doors either side of Roma flew open and two hulking figures stepped into the room, one on either side of her.
Tina gaped at them, her eyes wide in alarm. The two men were identical, both about six foot five inches tall. Though next to Roma they looked like giants. Tina examined the men. They had long flowing blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. They were clad in only a tan loincloth each. Their skin shone with a golden hue as if their bodies had been freshly oiled. The muscles on their arms, chest and legs were clearly defined and smooth, free from hair. Tina continued to gawk, speechlessly at the two modern day adonis’ standing before her. They smiled back at her impassively, appearing unaffected by her appraisal.
“This is Timothy and Thomas, they are my masseurs. They will be massaging you today. That’s all for now boys.”
As quickly as they had arrived, they were gone. Tina let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
Roma continued on, “once the boys have finished your massage you will continue on into the ‘Romance and Relaxation Room.’”
She gestured towards a smaller white door on the opposite wall. “Don’t worry about your clothes, you won’t need them in there. I will meet you again once you are finished in there. Now do you have any questions?”
Tina opened her mouth to speak and immediately wondered why she had bothered.
“Perfect, darling. You enjoy yourself and I will see you on the other side. Oh and darling, don’t worry about making noise in the ‘Romance and Relaxation Room.’ It’s completely sound proof.” Roma placed the golden bell on the massage table and then walked past Tina and back into the foyer.
Tina stood alone in the room for a few moments trying to collect her thoughts and make sense of what Roma had just told her. Shrugging, she walked slowly to the corner with the shelves. She stripped off her exercise pants and singlet and paused self consciously. She took a breath and then stripped off her bra and panties. She placed her clothes on the shelf and picked up a towel off the pile. Despite her nakedness, she noticed that the room felt warm and comfortable. She sensed the relaxing aroma of sandalwood mixed in with a number of other scents she couldn’t recognise. Tina climbed onto the table, careful not to ring the bell prematurely. She lay down face first, positioning her face in the cut out hole of the table. Reaching behind herself, she draped the towel over her thighs and buttocks. “Well here goes.” She muttered to herself before ringing the bell.
Immediately she sensed the presence of the two man mountains close by, one at each of her shoulders. Tim spoke in a gentle, soothing voice. “I’m going to massage your head and neck, then we will massage the rest of your body together.”
She felt his hand wrap around her head, massaging her scalp before slowly guiding his hands down the back off her neck. The pressure was firm but gentle. Tina could feel muscles she didn’t even know she had, begin to relax under his steady pressure. He worked for a few minutes before removing his hands. Tina could hear the sound of oil being squirted, then she felt two pairs of hands begin to massage her shoulders. The men worked in perfect unison, completely mirroring each others actions. The oil they were using seemed to warm her as it soaked into her soft skin. She could feel a trail of relaxed muscles, following in the wake of their diligent hands. The men worked down from her shoulder, all the way to the tips of her fingers. Their hands glided back to her shoulders and began to work methodically down her back.
Tina was in heaven. It felt like there where two halves to her body. The half the men had touched which was blissfully relaxed. Then the was the other half, filled with tension, stress and worries. Tina hadn’t realised that she was carrying so much tension around with her. But now that her back and shoulders had been set free, she looked at the rest of her body like some poor trapped animal that needed to be released.
The men continued their gradual progress, freeing her body as they went. When they reached the towel they simply slid it off onto the floor and continued massaging. Tina was hovering in some kind of Nirvana at this point and barely registered what had happened. A small part of her was shocked that she was lying on a table with her arse bared to two strange men. But she pushed it aside enjoying the warm sensation of the oil on her skin.
She felt both men grasp an ass cheek each and begin to massage the soft orbs until they were slick with oil. She felt them slide her legs apart until her feet were touching the edges of the table. Their gentle hands glided down her hips massaging away the tension. Then she felt their hands sliding down the crevice between her cheeks, the edges of their hands rubbing across her tight rose bud. Their hands continued on, massaging her thighs down to her knees. They never lingered or gave any impression like they had any intention aside from giving her a massage and always they acted in perfect unison. The men worked further down her legs, stroking all the way down to her toes.
“If you can roll over now we will do your front.” Tim spoke quietly.
It took all of Tinas energy, but eventually she managed to roll over. She felt a small pillow get placed beneath her head as she lay back, closing her eyes. She didn’t even consider the fact that she was baring her naked body to two complete strangers. Tina felt blissfully relaxed and she didn’t want that to end. She felt soft hands begin to massage her face. It was Thomas this time. He worked slowly, starting at her temples before working down to massage her cheeks and jaw. Once he reached her shoulders she again heard the squirt of oil and felt the mirrored hands on her skin. Again they traversed their way down to her fingertips before returning to her shoulders. She felt their fingers glide down to her breasts, kneading them gently. She let out a long sigh as their hands traced up to tug at her now erect nipples. Tina couldn’t help but feel arousal from their movements. Her body tingled everywhere that the oil had touched. It felt as if her skin were charged with electricity. Once again though, the men appeared unaffected by what they were touching. They continued on diligently to her ribs and abdomen.
Their hands traced her hips and she felt her legs being guided apart once again. She couldn’t see herself but she knew the engorged lips of her vagina were opening like the petals of a flower. Tina’s breathing became heavier now as she felt the mens hands slide across her navel and downward. But they seemed to divert their course at the last minute, skirting around her pubic area. They stroked her inner thighs before working down through the muscles of her quadricepts and on to her knees. Tina tracked their progress in her mind as they continued south towards her toes. Surely they were going to oil her pussy as well. It was so desperate to feel their touch. With all the tension removed from her body, it felt like there was one ball of energy left between her legs.
The men finished at her toes. She felt their hands leave her body. It felt like there was a fire at her centre. She heard the sound of oil being squirted, then she felt a large dollop of oil hit her cliterous. Immediately it started to tingle with a gentle warmth. The warmth spread as more oil was poured on her sex. It felt like half a bottle had been emptied down there. She heard the sounds of Timothy and Thomas exiting through their respective doors.
She lay there for a few seconds, her breathing was ragged and her hands gripped the table tightly. A rivulet of oil ran down between her legs covering the last un-oiled piece of skin on her body. That was it for Tina, it was as if the final piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. The entire surface of her body seemed to vibrate with some sort of energy. The vibrations built slowly, increasing in strength. They seemed to be rolling in waves towards her clit. As each wave crashed down she gave a small moan. The waves continued to build until finally Tinas eyes flew wide open, before promptly rolling back in her head, her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her back arched and her hips thrust upward as her body was rocked by a massive orgasm. Her knees locked and her hips bucked soundlessly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. This continued for another five minutes, until finally her body went slack and her hips dropped limply to the table. Tina was completely unconscious.
Half an hour later Tina began to rouse. She came to slowly, feeling as if she were drifting back to earth on a cloud. She opened her eyes and looked around groggily, trying to remember where she was and how she had gotten there. The memories came flooding back, a hazy blur. She was naked on a massage table after getting the best happy ending of her life. She sat up and slid off the table gingerly. She grabbed desperately at the table as her shaky legs threatened to give way. Steadying herself Tina straightened up and walked towards the white door on the far wall. She paused in front of it, the words ‘Romance and Relaxation Room,’ were stamped on it in flowing golden letters. She grasped the handle then looked back over her shoulder at her clothes folded in the corner. She heard Romas voice in her head “you won’t need them in there.”
Tina shrugged, twisted the handle and stepped through the door.
