89. Between a Rock and a Wet Place
or
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea
Amy reasons that, being a child of the MTV generation, perhaps Stacy has a short attention span and will forget about the facial if she can only be distracted.
“Oh my God, is that a massage table?!” Amy channels her inner teenager to feign the level of excitement needed.
“Oh, yeah,” says Stacy, getting excited herself, “I'm totally an expert, um, massager.”
Amy breathes a sigh of relief. It looks like she'll be spared having her face mangled by Stacy.
Stacy continues, “Oh my God, I should TOTALLY give you a massage! It'll be the best!”
And just like that, the butterflies fly back into Amy's stomach. If Stacy can't be trusted with the delicate force that a facial requires, she really can't be trusted to pound on Amy full force.
“Oh, well, actually, I mean, I don't know...”
“Come ON! It'll be AWESOME!” Before she can protest further, Amy is flying through the air, trailing behind Stacy, and gets slammed face-down into the massage table.
“Ouch,” is all Amy can manage as pain shoots from her compressed breasts. Stacy whips off Amy's towel, leaving Amy, one again, naked. Stacy then turns to go find some massage oil, giving Amy a moment to collect her thoughts.
“Okay,” thinks Amy, “that body slam was just a preview of what's coming. I need an escape plan.” Looking around, it seems her only viable options are rolling into the water or rolling onto the pile of hot, round stones used in certain massage techniques.
Stacy has now found the oil and is walking back toward Amy, an excited grin on her face. Amy needs to make a decision now!