“Logan, Donna told me that you are an expert masseur! You helped her relieve all her tension. I want to do the same, or else I’ll lodge a complaint and say you touched me inappropriately!” Goddamnit! Did Donna tell her about how I fingered her the other day?
Initially, I thought of growing a spine and saying no. However, I knew that I could not afford to do so. If Lola lodged a complaint and I lost my job, what would I do? If everyone found out I was no longer blind, Martin would be the first to send me packing. Working at the massage parlor did not pay very well, and I knew I could not afford to rent my own place.
“Then what do you want me to do?” I hissed, irate.
“Donna mentioned a pressure point that’s located at the inner thigh. She said that it was great for relieving fatigue. I wa
