Valentine’s Day snowstorm leads to second chance

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“Comfortably. Normally I use oversized towels that I can arrange so that only the area I’m working on is uncovered. You should find some in the bathroom. But if that’s not enough, you’re welcome to wear a bathing suit, bra and panties or some loose-fitting sweats, if you’d prefer. You tell me what works for you, and I’ll take it from there.”

“All right. I’ll think about it. Do I have time to take a shower?”

“Go ahead. I’ll be about ten minutes.”

“See you in ten.” Melanie set the phone down and hurried into the bathroom. She held up one of the oversized towels in front of her and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Two of these should be more than sufficient, she thought. I’ll just make sure I’m good and clean. She showered quickly, taking special care to lather her pubes thoroughly. God, I hope I don’t smell like I just had sex.

She had just gotten out of the shower and into her robe when she heard the knock on the door. “It’s open,” she yelled from the bedroom. She heard the door open, followed by a thump. The door closed a few moments later. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Take your time. It’ll take me a few minutes to set things up.”

Melanie went back in the bathroom and checked her appearance. Christ, she thought suddenly. Why do I care what I look like? Oh, I don’t know, she heard Peg’s voice answer, because you’re about to get naked in front of a total stranger in a hotel room? Oh, now. C’mon, she answered back. This isn’t any different than having a doctor see me. And besides, he won’t see me. I’ll be covered up.

Is that so, she heard Peg answer. Of course, you could make sure, by putting on the bathing suit you have in your suitcase, or at least a pair of panties, for crying out loud! Melanie shook her head. I’ll be fine, she insisted. Then why, Peg asked, is your skin all tingly? Beads of gooseflesh sprouted instantly on her arms and shoulders. She tugged the robe tighter around her.

That’s not what I meant, the voice said. Melanie sucked her breath in sharply. Oh, no! I am wet. And getting wetter by the second. What is wrong with me? Am I still hopped up from my dream or am I really getting turned on by the thought of that man in the other room – a man I’ve never even seen – giving me a massage?

Now you’re talking, kiddo, she heard Peg say. No, she said firmly. This isn’t me. Since this morning, everything has been messed up. First, the wake-up call, telling me the airport was closed, then losing my room and having to come here to the Honeymoon Suite, and then that dream, that unbelievably incredible dream! And to have it be Valentine’s Day, of all days, one year to the day after it happened.

It’s like some weird episode of the Twilight Zone. But whoever heard of the Twilight Zone in Vermont, for Christ’s sake? I mean, all they have here are cows, and Ben & Jerry’s, and flannel and snow and –

And they’re all gay.

That’s it! He’s gay! Oh, thank you, Peg! God, why didn’t I think of that before? Of course, he’s gay. Why else would he be a ‘Massage Therapist’? To score with chicks? I don’t think so. And certainly not with this chick, anyway. Oh, wow, that’s it. All I have to do is remember he’s gay and after he leaves I’ll play with myself some more and everyone will go home happy.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” she heard Mark call out.

“Be right there.” She took one last look in the mirror. Gotcha, she said to her reflection. Are you sure? Peg was still hanging around. Absolutely. Now, go home, Peg. I’ll be fine. She opened the bathroom door.

Okay, kiddo. Peg’s voice was faint. Just remember one thing: Be careful what you wish for. Melanie folded the two oversized towels over her arm and walked into the anteroom.

The man sitting on the sofa stood up and extended his hand. “Hi,” he said. “I’m Mark Cooper.”

Melanie smiled. “Nice to meet you.” Her hand seemed to disappear in his. Hooo, boy! What big, strong hands you got there, grandpa. Not to mention the shoulders and pecs that go with them. They stood like that for an awkward moment and then Mark saw the towels she was holding.

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