Help with the boxes

You sit on the springy couch in her living room as she brings you a cup of coffee, you ask her about her work and you both talk for about 10 more minutes before she gets up, takes your finished cup and throws it in the dishwasher.

She then points to the boxes at the other end of the room. "I spent packing these all night yesterday." she continues, "we just need to move these to my new place and unpack them."

You look at the corner of the room, there are five large cardboard boxes of varying sizes, there was no way she was going to carry all these on her own, especially taking all these downstairs with no eleveator. "You've got a lot of stuff." you say as you get up.

You both make two trips carrying two boxes at a time and loading them in the back of your car. "Oof, finally." you say as you put the last box in your car.

Agatha places two hands on your shoulder and gently massages them from behind. "Good stuff. It would've taken me forever without your help." You close your eyes and enjoy the massage. "Ah, that feels better." you say.

"Come on, there's more work." she says as she breaks the contact. "Yes ma'm." you say and get in the driver's seat.