"You Like A Coiled Spring !"

Deacon sat on the edge of the bath and began soaping Debbi's back. "Stand up so I can do your lower back right" he commanded. Debbi obediently did so. "Damn girl but you got a fine ass !" he complimented her, as he continued to apply the soapy sponge. "Thank you" replied Debbi. She always had this unjustified complex about her bum and appreciated any positive assessment. "But why do you keep speaking like a black American ?"she asked him. Deacon laughed. "It's all just an act to impress my homeboys innit" he replied, lapsing into the estuary English of a Peckham lad. "I've got to keep my position as their leader. Anyway, you can sit back down again now" he instructed and began massaging Debbi's neck and shoulders.

"Mmm, that's nice" responded Debbi. "But good god girl. You all wound up tight like a coiled spring ! We got to get you all unwound" Deacon asserted, reverting to his gangsta persona. "You finish up here and then give me a call. I'll give you a full massage. I've got magic fingers."

Debbi was surprised and a little disappointed that Deacon left her at this point but she fell back into the warm water for a few more minutes before getting out of the bath and wrapping herself in her best fluffy towel. She looked in the mirror and was startled to see that her hair was still tied up in the the pink ribbons. She took those off and shook her hair back into its' usual adult style. Her face remained devoid of makeup but she already looked much more like herself.

Should she let the boy give her a massage ? From the brief workout that he had given her shoulders, it appeared that he did know what he was doing. And she did still feel incredibly uptight. Apart from what she had just been through with the three girls, she had also been working much too hard for months now and it seemed like an age since she had last felt a masculine touch on her body. She wrapped the towel tightly around herself and went to lay face down on the bed. "I'm ready Deacon" she called !