“I’m in here.” Bette’s voice came from the kitchen. Shane walked in to find a distraught Bette.

“What’s wrong?” Shane immediately asked. “Is it Tina?” she asked concerned.

“No, no. It’s…my boss. He was off his rocker today and he threatened to fire me if I don’t get the paperwork he needs filed but that’s gonna take a lot of work and he doesn’t understand…” Bette broke off in silence. She was not crying but looked to be on the verge.

“Where’s Tina?” Shane calmly asked.

“She left a note. She went to work out. She said she won’t be back until ten or so. I wish she was here. I really need comfort right now.” Bette sighed.

“I think what you need is a drink.” Shane stated. Shen went to the cupboard and pulled out two glasses. She then grabbed a bottle of scotch. It always seemed to mellow her out so hopefully it would work for Bette. She poured their drinks and sipped hers. Bette however, devoured hers in one gulp. Shane was impressed. She didn’t know Bette could drink like that.

“So, what was it you needed to talk to me about?” Bette asked while pouring herself another drink.

“Oh, uh.” Shane started, but seeing her friends fragile condition, she stopped.

“N-Nothing.” Shane breathed.

“Are you sure?” Bette asked rubbing her left shoulder. “Damn’t! I always get so tense when i’m stressed.” Bette winced.

“Well, that I can help you with.” Shane smiled and got up to stand behind Bette. “So take this off.” Shane pulled at Bette’s suit jacket. Bette complied and slipped her jacket off. Underneath was a white tank top and Bette’s bare shoulders were exposed. Shane started rubbing them gently at first and then deep into the tissue.

“Damn Bette. You are tense. You shouldn’t let yourself get like this.” Shane shook her head.

“I can’t help it. Things just get so crazy and it just seems like getting stressed out is the only option.” Bette finished her sentence with a large gulp of scotch. Shane took the glass from her and placed it on the counter behind her.

“Just relax.” Shane whispered quietly and low in Bette’s ear. Chills expanded from Bette’s ear all the way through her body in response to Shane’s warm breath. Once again, Bette complied and allowed her eyes to close as Shane massaged her very expertly.

“You’re very good at this.” Bette said quietly.

“Not my first time.” Shane smiled.

“Really?” Bette asked curiously.

“Well, you see…my hands are my favorite part of my body. Long fingers. Strong. They serve me well. I like to share them.” Shane said in a low whisper.

“Ohh, I see.” Bette said, quite breathless at the explanation Shane had just given her. Shane had never had this affect on her before. What was happening?

“Do you have any lotion?” Shane broke Bette out of deep thought.

“Wha- oh, yes. Um it’s in the bathroom.” Bette started to get up to get it but was held down.

“Don’t worry, i’ll get it. You just relax.” Shane left the room. Bette let out a heavy sigh. This couldn’t be wrong. It was just a massage. Shane was just helping her relax. She had to admit that ahe was enjoying it immensley. Shane did have talented hands.

“Found it.” Shane smiled, and walked back to her post behind Bette. She squeezed the lotion in her hands. It smelled of sweet vanilla and warm honey. She rubbed it between her palms momentarily so it wouldn’t be so cold. She then ran her hands softly over Bette’s shoulders and upper back. The smell soothed Bette and the cool moisture and rubbing on her back took control of her. She kept her eyes closed and moaned quietly. Shane bit her lip upon hearing it. She too closed her eyes as she continued to rub Bette’s shoulders. Listening intently for the reactions she was getting. This couldn’t be wrong. It was just a massage.