Chapter Ten
The Massage
The powers of persuasion sometimes need a little oiling.
Deirdre stared at her oils wondering if geranium and basil would make a good mix. She had taken a selection of her best candles, several thick towels, her deluxe heated massage table and prepared the room for Lesley.
Come hell or high water this was going to work.
She watched from behind the curtain as Lesley entered the massage room . . . Deirdre looked at Lesley’s rigid, short back and sides and the slop of her shoulders and realised behind that tough exterior was a woman who hadn’t laughed in a long time and needed to.
Lesley made herself comfortable on the table, the warm shag pile towel enveloped her flesh, she breathed in the basil aroma and coughed.
This had better be good.
Deirdre soft footstep
