Healer

I knew her through the office of course, that and helping her manage and learn to use her computer in the facets of her new job. She was a quiet, slim, slightly mousey woman in her forties. Divorced and now slightly bitter, she was otherwise very ordinary. Not the sort of person you’d look at twice if you passed her in the mall. I was working on her computer’s intermittent connection to the network. We’d had new network cabling installed and while most of it was to a very high, extremely reliable standard, there were a few machines whose connections were less than reliable. In the end, I had managed to trace it to a very small, faulty batch of wall-boxes. As there were only a few, yours truly was replacing them, rather than spending more of my company’s money having it done professionally. I’m big hearted like that. The only way I could get at the wretched box was to lie on my back under her workstation. The alternative was to shift a damned heavy desk having cleared all her kit off it first. I’m idle and I chose the easy route. Maggie hadn’t been in the office when I had started the work, a good reason for getting on with it. It really wasn’t either a big or a long job. I slowed down when Maggie came back though. From my spot on the floor I could see that she really had rather nice legs. She normally wore trousers, but today she had chosen a skirt, prim and proper below the knee, but if you’re lying on the floor looking up, it gives a whole new perspective. She wore thigh high stockings as well as French knickers. I giggled to myself, ‘Who’d have thought…’The end result, what with the view I’d just Başakşehir escort had and trying to minimise the bulge in my trousers, was that I wasn’t really paying as much attention as I should have been when I was clambering out from underneath the desk and I twisted my back awkwardly. Now, if you’re a lithe, fit 20-year-old, this is no big deal, however if you’re a fifty-something, pre-wrinkly who really ought to know better than climb under ladies’ desks, then it hurts. I groaned inwardly and outwardly too I guess as I straightened myself up and eased onto her chair. She turned to see what I’d done and saw my discomfort. “Sven, what’s up?” she said, her voice and her expression showing her concern. “Oh, don’t worry Maggie, it’s an old war wound,” I joked and then stiffened as the pain knifed at my back again. I was sitting sideways on on her typist’s chair and she came over and stood behind me. “Shh, don’t say anything,” Maggie said as she stood behind me, with one hand on my shoulder while the other ran gently over my back. I sat quietly as she asked, simply enjoying the feeling of her touch. “Aah! Found it!” she exclaimed and began to rub a point in my back with the heel of her hand while explaining that I had ‘crossed a muscle over a rib’. Whatever. Her hand was warm and soothing. Surprisingly, what had been a sharp and uncomfortable feeling began to ease quickly under her ministrations. “Maggie, that’s amazing,” I said, stretching my neck amazed to feel little discomfort. “It’s normally very uncomfortable for a day or two when that happens. Where did Bayrampaşa escort bayan you learn that trick?” She blushed a little, “Can’t remember,” she said, a little defensively, “I’m a healer. I seem to have always been able to do something like it. As I’ve grown older,” she grimaced a little at the word ‘older’, “I’ve learnt to refine it and control it a bit better.” I inhaled as her fingers probed down my spine feeling the ridges through my shirt. She carried on, “You have a deep injury lower on your back,” she caught her breath sharply as she reached the lower end. She now faced me, her hands on my shoulder, “You broke your back a long time ago. You’re very lucky. It should have paralysed you.” I was startled. Yes, I had broken my back, some thirty or so years earlier, but I’d certainly never told anyone in this company. Letting personnel know at a job interview that you’ve had a broken back in the past can do strange things for your future employment prospects. Absentmindedly she said, “I need to give you a longer session of treatment for that,” then she added more assertively, “What are you doing this evening?” o – O – o She apologised when she gave me her address and mobile number, “Not a good part of the district,” was all she said. I understood that as I reached the end of the narrow road. I’d heard from someone else, not the usual office gossip you understand, that she had been in a business partnership with her ex. She had trusted him and when the company crashed, she had found out that he’d been milking it of money for years. That he was Escort Beşiktaş in jail for fraud was of little consolation. In many ways she had been lucky to escape the same fate herself. It meant she lived in a trailer park in a poor part of town. I parked up, got out, locked the car and set the alarm before walking to her front door. I was shaken at her appearance when she opened the door to me. To say she had changed into something more comfortable was as much of an understatement as saying the Titanic had been involved in a minor shipping incident. Maggie was wearing a see-through blouse and a much shorter skirt, making her look much younger and prettier. She looked good and the look on my face must have made it obvious that her efforts had been worthwhile. She laughed gently, reached forward and with two fingers under my chin, closed my wide open mouth before inviting me in. I’ve not mentioned Maggie’s voice before. She had a low, quite sexy voice. Suddenly now her appearance matched it. I followed her shapely rear up the front steps, closed the door behind me and caught up with her down the passage into her parlour. Let’s just say that in the way of these places it was cozy. She’d made up for the drab exterior, by having a beautifully decorated interior. I glanced around as she asked, “Sven, have you ever been to a healer before?” “Yes, Maggie, I have on several occasions. In fact, enough times to know that you each have individual ways of working.” Without thinking, I asked, “What’s best tonight? How do you want me?” I blushed realising how that must have sounded. She laughed, “Well, it’s a warm evening and things will probably get warmer as we go along. If this was your first time with a healer, I would suggest that you stay clothed, but as you’re an old hand, I’d say clothes off, down to shorts. It will be cooler and more comfortable for you. It will also let me work more easily.” I was happy with the idea.