Remember a babysitting job.

"That sounds really nice, Miss Eriksen, I...."

A sudden wave of dissapointment washed over me. "Crap. I just remembered I'm babysitting after school. Any advice? I don't want my abs cramping up on me while I'm changing diapers for the Logans."

"Ja. Press like this with your thumbs along here..."

Oh, god, she was touching me...

"And twist from side to side. Gives the muscles something else to do. You're not getting out of a quick massage that easy, though. I can give you a lift to the Logans' home afterwards. Least I can do after putting you through the grinder."

She was smiling at me, and my belly felt like goo. Her thumbs rubbing near my navel weren't helping my concentration any....