CHAPTER FOUR
It was Saturday night, and the sauna was totally empty, as it had been for the past few hours. It had emptied out, as it usually did, just before the dinner hours, and had remained empty up until the time that Robin Schafer had entered the locker room. It was almost ten-thirty, and Robin had an appointment for a massage.
She deposited her clothing in one of the lockers against the front wall, undressing quickly, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. She was a young, unmarried woman, in her late twenties, with mouse-colored brown hair, and a thin, almost frail-looking body. Her shoulders were boney and stooped, and her pale, milk white flesh seemed to have been bled of all color. Her breasts-were small and pert, tipped with a blushed crimson pair of erect n*****s, much too
