I was face down on the massage table when the masseuse tapped me on the shoulder. “Look,” she whispered into my ear. Five minutes into a massage, it seemed like a strange request but I did what she said. When I lifted my head, the girl was pointing to my wife, whose neck, as I recall, was on fire.
"What a great story! And wonderfully written. I’d love to try a fire massage sometime. Also, I had always wanted to try cupping, but that icky photo makes me rethink… " -- Reader comment
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