Under the Covers
Language: en
After a brutal track practice where I was forced to run laps, I was hiding under my duvet using a vibrating massage gun on my sore legs. My uncle’s best friend—the man who basically raised me—walked in, his voice cold: "Is it really that good?" I nodded like my life depended on it. A deep-tissue massage is truly heaven. Later, he took off his tie and looped it around my wrists. "That thing is too small," he whispered. ? "The speed is too slow, too." ?? "Try me instead." ??? Uncle Silas, it’s literally just a massage gun!