Meet the boys.

About halfway through the session, the boys in the backyard toweled off and opened the sliding door to come into the living room.
"Don't drip on my carpet, boys! Or I'll have to punish you." Leona's voice had a strange quality, almost flirty. That couldn't be, though. This was her stepson she was talking to!
"We're dry, Leona." Danny payed his stepmother little mind. "Hi, I'm Danny." It took Beth a second to realize he was talking to her.
"Nice to meet you, Danny. I'm Beth. I've heard a lot about you."
"Well, if Leona's been doing the talking, it's all lies, I promise." He was funny, she had to give him that. And cute...
He's 19...probably.
"I'm Jack." Danny's friend introduced himself while walking into the kitchen, returning with a pair of beers.
"You boys aren't old enough to be drinking..." Leona's words seemed more playful than admonishing.
"We won't tell anyone, Mrs. J. We promise." He and Danny shared a laugh.
For the rest of the massage, the boys watched SportsCenter and made small talk with Beth and Leona. Beth didn't really mind. Talking while she worked was a common part of the job. The guys were arguing about who would win the baseball game that night: Danny was a Dodgers fan, and Jack thought the Rockies were the better team. Beth didn't really follow baseball, so she focused on the job at hand.
When she finished with Mrs. Jepsen, Danny asked her how much she charged, and if she was free after. "My back is killing me."
"You don't have any time for that, young man. You have something to do today, remember?"
Danny chuckled, and so did Jack. Beth thought the exchange was a little odd, but she just accepted her payment from Leona and packed her equipment. She also handed Danny a business card. "That has my work email, and a link to my Facebook page. If you want to hire my services, just make an appointment."
She climbed into her car with a strange sense of relief. She didn't know why, but the session at the Jepsen house had made her vaguely uncomfortable.