3″The doorbell rings, piercing the silence. I take a deep breath, I push myself off the edge of the pool with my left foot and walk over, my right foot slightly behind. I open the door, you're standing on the porch, shorter than me, with a gentle smile, slender build and a grace that suggested you were a dancer. There's a warmth in your eyes that I haven't seen in a long time. Follow me. my voice clipped. This way. i say, leading you to a spacious room with a massage table in the center.
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