My Wife’s Massage Therapist Called Me and Said I Needed to Attend Her Next Session Secretly

left the room, and I stepped behind the screen. A minute later, I heard the front door open.

“Lina,” Nolan greeted warmly.

“Hi, Nolan.”

Her voice sounded completely normal. Casual. Comfortable. They exchanged small talk, the weather, traffic, nothing unusual. I started wondering if this entire thing was insane.

Then Lina laughed. “My husband is at the continue reading …