The next few minutes felt a little awkward. While I washed the oil from myself, Lucy busied herself around the room, placing a new sheet on the table and cleaning herself in the sink. When she was done she started to dress, and was almost done by the time I was towelling myself dry and looking for my own clothes.
As I prepared to leave though, Lucy gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek: “You’ll come and see me again, yes?”
I never did see Lucy again. But I certainly had a taste for Asian massage.
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