"Now that's what I call a massage!" he exclaimed as he fell back on the couch exhausted.
"Mr Crane....."
He could feel a hand shaking his shoulder in an almost violent fashion as he opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the sunlight.
"Mr Crane ....you silly old bugger, you fell asleep. It must have been a good massage!"
His eyes darted around for a second or so, before realising that he was still on the massage table. "Damn it must a have been a dream" he whispered to himself.
"Sorry?" Daphne queried.
"Nothing" Mr Crane answered as he lifted his body to a sitting position on the massage table. His face broke out in a smile when he saw the tent created under the towel that covered the lower half of his body. "Yes it must have been a good massage!"
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