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    Amicus Curiae

    "Would you like a massage?" Bette asked. "It will help you fall asleep."
    "I’m not convinced getting a massage from you is likely to lead to a restful night of sleep."
    "Strictly therapeutic," Bette raised her hand as if taking an oath. "Your muscles will still be warm from the heat of the water, and you’ll get the most benefit." 
    Tina looked at her skeptically.
    "I’ll give you a minute," Bette instructed. "Lie face down on the bed, and cover up with the sheet to above your waist."
    "I’m still…a bit wet," Tina replied.
    "It’s just clean bath water," Bette replied. "Not to worry."
    Bette spoke so that Tina could barely hear her. But she didn’t want to miss a word. 
    "Yes?" Bette asked for confirmation that Tina was agreeable to her suggestion. 
    "Sure," Tina replied. 
    "I’ll give you a minute," Bette said. "But not much longer so scurry under the sheet."
    She knocked before she re-entered the room, and turned off the overhead light. The only light was from a small lamp at side of the bed opposite where Tina was lying down.
    "Are you warm enough?" Bette asked.
    "Still warm from the bath," Tina replied.
    "I’m going to get the oil from the bathroom," Bette said. 
    She was soon sitting beside Tina, depositing some oil into the palm of her hand. She put the back of her hand on the small of Tina’s back and let the oil run through her fingers before placing her hands palms down and spreading it around.
    "Your hands are so warm," Tina commented.
    "I ran hot water over them," Bette said. "I didn’t want how cool they were to be a shock to you after your bath."
    Bette used long slow strokes to distribute the oil over the length of Tina’s back, stopping every so often to attend to a knot in a muscle.
    She paid particular attention to the area between Tina’s shoulder blades. She stored every bit of tension in those muscles.
    As for Tina, she found herself becoming even more relaxed. She enjoyed the sensation of Bette’s hands and fingers working away her stress. She felt Bette’s hands move lower, slick with oil as they moved over her.

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