Massage
"AUUGGHH!", you scream as you slam the door to my car. I pull out of your schools parking lot and start down the street. "What's wrong?", I ask. "It's stupid gym teacher! We had to do SO many exercices today!", you say rubbing the back of your neck. "You're exhausted?" "Yes and my muscles are worn out.", you say still rubing and twisting your body. "You know what would help?", I say. "What?" "A massage." "Yeah that would feel great! You know where I can get one?",...