it.
Then she had discovered that he was married while he was talking and she was so very sad to hear it. Her disappointment had been tremendous, but she had chosen to focus on the positive side of it; that she had a new client with whom she enjoyed working, and that he was going to be a regular for her, so she focused on that, and she was very happy with what they had become.
They were more than client and professional, they were friends, and it was nice to share the bond with him, and the weekly appointments where they shared parts of their lives with one another.
She moved her hands down his back in long slow strokes and smiled. When he came into her office in the mood he had come in on this day, she was able to change the bad to good for him; she was able to wipe away some of his stress and frustration, and when he left, he was always better for having been in to see her.
Knowing that she could make a positive difference in his life every week was wonderfully rewarding to her, and it made everything she did for him well worth it.
"What do you have coming up at school this week?" He was always interested in hearing about what she was doing there. It made him happy to support her and knowing what it was that she was doing and how it was going for her, made him feel more involved.
"I have a couple of tests and two reports to write. I also have a speech to give. It's a busy week," she told him with a little bit of a tired sigh.
He heard her sigh and frowned a little as she ran her fingers and hands over the back of his legs, pushing against the muscles and digging into them to release their stiffness.
"I know you're going to be just fine. Remember that speech you did on comprehension and communication? You worried about it for weeks, but then you aced it. You'll be just fine,” he told her with assurance.
She laughed and shook her head, bending his feet and moving her thumbs in circles and lines over his skin. "I wish I had your confidence in me. I'd already be through college!"
He chuckled and she moved to his other leg. "Someday I hope you do have my confidence in you. You're bright, sweet, dedicated, and I know you're going to be able to make such a positive difference in so many lives."
Her heart fluttered in her chest and she reminded herself as she often did, that he was married and that she had no right to feel her crush on him.
She moved to the top of the table again and had him roll over onto his back, and then she began to massage the front of him. They were quiet a while and then she said, "I know you don't always like to tell me just what is bothering you, but I hope that whatever it is will change for you soon, because you deserve so much better than that. You deserve to be really happy and have things go your way."
He smiled and she watched his face as he did it with his eyes closed. He was truly a beautiful man. She worked along the front of his chest, running her hands over and over his sculpted muscles and solid contours. He sighed and felt enormously relaxed.
She knew that he needed to feel her hands on him, rubbing away all the things that were going wrong for him just then, rather than talking, and so she focused on doing that.
When she had finished, he was asleep. She woke him gently and he came around and looked at her in wonder.
"I fell asleep?" he asked in surprise.
"You did! I thought that you must have needed it, though, so I let you sleep and I just worked on you."
"How long did you work on me?" he asked, looking at the clock in the corner in confusion.
"An extra half hour. You were my last client today, and you needed it, so I gave you some extra time. I'm glad to help you like that,” she told him with a quiet smile.
He shook his head and returned her grin. "You really are the best, Brandy, thank you so much for taking such good care of me."
She nodded and slipped out of the room so he could
Then she had discovered that he was married while he was talking and she was so very sad to hear it. Her disappointment had been tremendous, but she had chosen to focus on the positive side of it; that she had a new client with whom she enjoyed working, and that he was going to be a regular for her, so she focused on that, and she was very happy with what they had become.
They were more than client and professional, they were friends, and it was nice to share the bond with him, and the weekly appointments where they shared parts of their lives with one another.
She moved her hands down his back in long slow strokes and smiled. When he came into her office in the mood he had come in on this day, she was able to change the bad to good for him; she was able to wipe away some of his stress and frustration, and when he left, he was always better for having been in to see her.
Knowing that she could make a positive difference in his life every week was wonderfully rewarding to her, and it made everything she did for him well worth it.
"What do you have coming up at school this week?" He was always interested in hearing about what she was doing there. It made him happy to support her and knowing what it was that she was doing and how it was going for her, made him feel more involved.
"I have a couple of tests and two reports to write. I also have a speech to give. It's a busy week," she told him with a little bit of a tired sigh.
He heard her sigh and frowned a little as she ran her fingers and hands over the back of his legs, pushing against the muscles and digging into them to release their stiffness.
"I know you're going to be just fine. Remember that speech you did on comprehension and communication? You worried about it for weeks, but then you aced it. You'll be just fine,” he told her with assurance.
She laughed and shook her head, bending his feet and moving her thumbs in circles and lines over his skin. "I wish I had your confidence in me. I'd already be through college!"
He chuckled and she moved to his other leg. "Someday I hope you do have my confidence in you. You're bright, sweet, dedicated, and I know you're going to be able to make such a positive difference in so many lives."
Her heart fluttered in her chest and she reminded herself as she often did, that he was married and that she had no right to feel her crush on him.
She moved to the top of the table again and had him roll over onto his back, and then she began to massage the front of him. They were quiet a while and then she said, "I know you don't always like to tell me just what is bothering you, but I hope that whatever it is will change for you soon, because you deserve so much better than that. You deserve to be really happy and have things go your way."
He smiled and she watched his face as he did it with his eyes closed. He was truly a beautiful man. She worked along the front of his chest, running her hands over and over his sculpted muscles and solid contours. He sighed and felt enormously relaxed.
She knew that he needed to feel her hands on him, rubbing away all the things that were going wrong for him just then, rather than talking, and so she focused on doing that.
When she had finished, he was asleep. She woke him gently and he came around and looked at her in wonder.
"I fell asleep?" he asked in surprise.
"You did! I thought that you must have needed it, though, so I let you sleep and I just worked on you."
"How long did you work on me?" he asked, looking at the clock in the corner in confusion.
"An extra half hour. You were my last client today, and you needed it, so I gave you some extra time. I'm glad to help you like that,” she told him with a quiet smile.
He shook his head and returned her grin. "You really are the best, Brandy, thank you so much for taking such good care of me."
She nodded and slipped out of the room so he could
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