We had given my daughter and her boyfriend Kyle a couple's massage package at a local spa as a Christmas present. Kyle always seemed too busy to schedule an appointment and Monika ended up using the entire package for herself. I had teased Kyle several times about loosing out on the gift and jokingly offered to make it up by giving him a massage myself. My massages are usually for my husband, but I have often provided somewhat therapeutic treatment for Monika after strenuous athletic events over the years.
Earlier this week Kyle had overexerted himself playing basketball with friends and for several days appeared somewhat sore. Monika asked if I would give Kyle a massage to relieve his aches. Feeling that it was a little odd to give her boyfriend a massage I replied that she should learn and encouraged her to give it a try.
Monika's attempt at treating Kyle's stressed muscles must have left a lot to be desired as last night she asked me to help her with Kyle. I gave in thinking that I could show her some simple techniques and leave the rest to her. I told her to get things ready including some hot massage oil and that I would find them after cleaning up in the kitchen.