Promise a freebie for later...

Beth smoothly snagged a tissue box from the end table before bringing over to Kyle. She sat next to him on the couch as he wiped his eyes and blew his nose. "I'm sorry. I've known you for less than a day and I'm crying like a little girl in front of you."
"Hey, stop that. You're family. And you're hurting. I'm here." Beth stroked his arm. {if Shame < 70
}Hmmmph....strong... She cleared her throat. {endif
} "I can't imagine what that must have been like to go through."
Kyle looked into the middle distance, barely noticing her gentle touch. "Doc says I have survivor's guilt. Because I lived, and they died... he says I'm blaming myself."
"From what I've heard, that's pretty common, and understandable." Beth reached up to turn his face towards hers. In that moment, she remembered that for all his muscles and tough talk, he was just a kid. "Have you talked to your parents, or Brian about it?" Beth knew Mrs. Palmer as a kind and generous woman, and Mr. Palmer was nice and friendly, if a little closed off.
"I haven't talked to Brian about it. As for my parents..." His face showed anger and resentment for a second. "No. I don't know if I can do that."
Wow. There must be a lot more going on there than I know. "Listen. You're obviously tired. I can see it. I have to go to my appointments, but I'll be back around 2:00. Maybe we can go out, take your mind off it or something." {if Shame < 50
}Or something.... {endif
}She smiled. "At the very least, I can do some work on your back. No charge."
Kyle laughed. It was good to see his smile again. He had a gorgeous smile. {if Shame > 29
}Easy, girl. {else
}Kissable lips, too. {endif
}"That's very gene-" he stuffed a fist against his yawning mouth. "...generous of you, ma'am. Sorry... Beth."
{if Shame > 29
}Beth felt a weird surge of girlish pleasure when Kyle said her name, which she could not explain. {else
}Beth wanted nothing more to hear him say her name again, preferably in between panting breaths. {endif
} "You rest now, ok? That's an order!" She squeezed his arm as she stood up, and he laughed again.
"Yes ma'am! Is it okay if I hit the shower? I probably stink."
"There's a pocket shower in the bathroom down here. Or if you'd like, there's a full size one upstairs in the en-suite."
"I won't stink up your personal shower. I'll just take one down here."

Beth trotted to the stairs to grab her purse and massage kit. The table was already in her car. When she came back down, she slowed her pace to observe Kyle in the living room. He had pulled some toiletries out of his duffel, and was in the process of peeling off his shirt. Beth's jaw dropped.
"Fuuuuck...." she whispered. His bare back and shoulders were mouth-watering. She could see some scars mixed in among his tattoos, and they did nothing to detract from his beautiful body. She bit her bottom lip hard as he strode to the bathroom door, unfastening his belt and buttons.
{if Shame > 30
}Alright, you little slut. Get out of here before you get yourself in trouble. {else
}I'll be back later for you, Corporal. {endif
}