Laura and the Masseuse
Laura threw her keys and mail on the hallway table. It was another rough day at work. Nothing like deadlines and the boss breathing down your neck. Upon taking her shoes off she glanced in the mirror, her long strawberry blond hair was out of place and messy, not to mention that her eyeliner was smudged around her gray/blue eyes, she never had the time at work to “primp,” as she called it. At least she was home now. Laura grabbed the local paper from the mail pile and read the headline news....