IA Day 8 - Ingrid's Wednesday

You wake up in the infirmary feeling fresh and positive.

Your coach comes in, the very scary Japanese woman with red eyes, Motoko.

"How do you feel?" she asks you.

"OK," you say. English is not your first language or Motoko's... it is very awkward.

She puts her hands on you, feeling your body, looking for problems... very weird! But she seems satisfied when you don't cry or anything.

"OK," she says. "You can come out."

She takes you out of the infirmary and to the rest of the team for breakfast. After you eat together, your team goes to the spa. Apparently this is the schedule for today: in the morning Blue Team gets massages. Nice! You can't complain about that.

You hang out with the others, trying to fit in with them, until it's your turn. You go into the room, disrobe, and get on the table.

A nice girl with pale skin and dark hair is going to give you your massage. Her name is Amy.

The massage feels really good, but you can't help yourself... her smooth hands remind you of Riley, and you just have to get a bit excited as she rubs the knots out of your muscles. You squirm a bit when she touches your bottom... she has a firm touch.

She has you roll over and you do.

It's really nice as she does your front, but you are getting wet, and that's embarassing... it stresses you out. You grab the edges of the table to make sure you don't do something that you should not do.

Amy's hands slide over your body. One of them pauses right above your mound, just touching your thick, curly pubic hair.

"Ingrid?" she says.

"Yes?" you ask, embarrassed.

"I think you are tense," Amy says gently, smiling down at you.

"Am I?" you ask uneasily.

"Do you want me to help with that?" Amy asks.

Yes?

or

No?