That Is Not What You Think!

Synopsis

After dancing until I was nearly exhausted, I flopped into bed and stuck the electrode pads from my new therapy device onto my aching thighs. Under the thin blanket, my legs twitched with every little electric pulse, and that strange tingling and soreness made me let out a little groan. Just then, the door swung open and Charles walked in. He was all sharp in his suit, but his eyes were cold as ice. "What are you doing, hiding in your room all by yourself?" I was a bit dazed from the electric pulses and nodded honestly. "Yeah it's just that the intensity is a bit too strong." He didn't say a word, just yanked off his tie and strode over to the bed.