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        the MASSEUSE SERIES : CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT


"Hey buddy? You look as depressed as I do. Let me buy you a beer.",
MASTER closed his cellphone after turning it off, "Hell, why not!", even he was fighting a tear.
The bartender brought MASTER a draft as he waved the mug at the man with a motioned CHEERS, then took a healthy drink,
"So what's your story,Amigo?" MASTER asked the gent who was busy munching down on peanuts trying hard not to think.
"Where do I begin? My marriage is so rocky the diamonds falling off her wedding band, I hate my job, and I feel like I'm only keeping my sanity for my kids," he took a swig with a wince and offered a "How about You?",
"Me? Just the opposite I reckon. In love with a married woman like an idiot. I just ended it though, cause I felt it was the right thing to do."
"Noble man! Thank God my wife never cheats on me, she's a good woman, great mother," he snorts,"Wish I could say the same."
MASTER's eyes narrowed as the man continued, "Yea, I've gotta girlfriend so I can relate to you. Don't every guy? If anyone should be complaining it's my wife, but she don't know, it so i can't take the blame."
Shaking his head in an approving manner taking a drink, " Hope she never finds out it would crush her, but hey a guys got needs right? Woman you're in love with, her husband know how you feel about her?"
"Doubt seriously he knows about me. She's good at keeping things to herself. I just feel I should never have gone there."
"Ah, Fella, live a little. What's life if you don't have adventure? Live on the edge, fuck her socks off y'know?You're a big guy I'm betting you don't have trouble getting women," the man chided with a wink and an arrogant nod,
"Had my share I reckon.First time I ever courted a married gal though.First time I ever opened up about my problems to a stranger to." MASTER wondered why he did, usually he thought of himself as GOD.
"First time for everything. TO VIRGINS!" the man said clinking his mug against MASTERs who found it moderately amusing, unsure if he even liked the guy, he had his own demons to bare,
"How long you been seeing your girlfriend behind your wife's back?" MASTER did his best to keep up conversation not truly caring about the guys affair.
"Roughly two years. She lives sixty miles from me. I see her every two weeks when my job takes me to the city.",
"How about you? Seen this housewife long?" MASTER hesitated raising an eyebrow realizing he was in love after only a friggin' two month period, he wasn't looking for sympathy.
"Couple months. Sounding foolish, huh? So why do you play around? Sounds to me like you love her to death,"
"I do love my wife. We have our problems like any couple married almost twenty years. But, let's face it varieties the spice of life. Sex ain't what it used to be, so hey I get tired of wasting my breath."
"I stay because my girlfriend doesn't want anything serious. That, and for my girls. My ole lady can be a slave driver sometimes too, if you know what I mean."
MASTER actually smiled at that one deciding it best to refrain from talking about his lifestyle for now, "Yup, i was married for just four years. My wife was perfect in all but one way, but I'll respect her memory regardless and keep our past to myself sight unseen."
"Man! You really are that noble knight kind of guy. My question is, if you're so gallant how did you let yourself get mixed up with someone married?"
"Good question. Reckon I let my guard down and saw something I couldn't resist. She pulled me up from the grave I was in when I laid there sad and dragging the dirt in on me 'til I was buried."
"Deep grave! I don't know your story Fella, but you seem like you're tough as nails, and I admire you for your reserve,"
"Not many men can resist playing around. It's nature of the beast. You backing off took alot of nerve."
"Spose so. Led a strict lifestyle that I never stray to far from,but much as I let her in here," he said beating his chest three times, "I've been negligent to my own teaching,"
"She's probably not hurting too much. She's got a husband at home to adore." MASTER fell quiet in pause slightly choked up, "Hey? Thanks for the brewski and the talk. Sorry about my preaching."
MASTER got up from the barstool and shook hands with the man, telling the bartender to repay his kindness with another round in payback.
Three steps away he froze in his stride, overhearing the bartender, "Hey, Doug? I noticed your wife's massage parlor was closed today. Everything okay? I thought I might drop by and see her. My necks out of whack."
MASTER stood shaken jingling his keys in a circling motion with a tempered scowl, continuing to listen,
"You sure? She told me she had a rough day at work. Her headaches got her down. Why you think I'm here getting drunk? I'm sick of hearing her bitchin'."
MASTER swallowed dryly before turning around and tapping the guy on the shoulder, he knew he had to be her Savior,
"Did I hear correctly that your wife's a Chiropractor?" Doug jested back with "Yea, She's a massage therapist, amazing hands. Why?" Doug made a jerking off motion with his right hand smirking, "You need a favor?"
He had no idea his wife was like she was, or he wouldn't be joking about it in such a naive manner.
"I might use you as a referral. I could use a good back massage," Doug chuckled, "Just don't say nothing about my girlfriend or she'll have my head on a silver platter."
"Secrets safe. Long as you keep mine." MASTER rolled his eyes slyly side to side," My names OZ by the way. Maybe one of these days I'll invite the two of you out to my boat,"
"Seventy four foot cabin cruiser on the Lake. I'll play psychiatrist and see if we can't fix you two up." with a cheesy grin he wrote his phone number down on a napkin and handed Doug the note.
"Rather invite the girlfriend if you don't mind." Doug boasted with a wink, "She's sexier and I can get her to do ANYTHING,"
MASTER smirked slyly despising the man suddenly, "Great! Call me next weekend lets get together. I might have a girl that can out do your girlfriend...You ever Swing?

MASTER left on that note with a bitter taste, they were equally no better than each other but, he refused to let his future slave go, now that he knew that this scumbag just gave him a fighting chance.
Outside the bar he sat in his truck as a lone woman with blond hair and awesome body walked by, his suspicions were dead on as Doug came out twenty minutes later with her, following them as he played his voicemail of her begging and pleading, he could almost picture her rocking numbly in a trance.

Of course He was right.