I felt his hands encircle my shoulder and within the flexing grip of his hand he eased the strain and frustration out of me.I felt his hands encircle my shoulder and within the flexing grip of his hand he eased the strain and frustration out of me. I groaned under his expert massage. "You're right, Vence," I decided suddenly. "About?" He didn't stop rubbing. "You do give good backrubs. And I am killing myself over something I should hand over to others more qualified than I am." His hands eased their way down to the small of my back, and the muscles tightened in anticipation. "You're ticklish," he observed. "Very," I replied. "I won't tickle you," he assured me. "Just close your eyes and relax." His hands firmly pressed against my back, easing away a day full of meeting humans in stuffed shirts more concerned with their appearances than with their prospects for a future life for their children. "You know," he said as his hands spread across my back just above my belt-line, "This would be much easier if you took your pants off." "Is that a hint?" "It could be construed as one." "You know, for a bodyguard, you're amazingly pushy with your clients." He chuckled. "I'm still a bodyguard. I'm concerned for the state of your body right now. Now, are you going to take your pants off or not?" I turned over and opened the clasp on the belt. A minute later I was completely naked. "There," he smiled. "That's better." I grinned, a little embarrassed by his open appreciation, and turned over onto my stomach again. He resumed his position, working his way down my spine to my buttocks. "You know, you're still tense." "I'm not used to being touched by males." He stopped. "You're joking." "Why would I joke about that?" I replied, mumbling into my pillow. "Shardik, everyone on Pendor knows that you took four years at Rhysh very recently, and that your partner during your time there was most definitely male. In fact, as I recall, you were part of a very misogynistic group in Rhysh." "That was while I was in Rhysh. |