"What's there to resent?"
"What kind of a comment is that?" Lissy Lock slightly grumbled as she shot John Fame a glare, leaning against his shoulder. "Are you done with your work now?"
"Hmm… pretty much."
Lissy Lock's eyes darted, "John Fame, I've been feeling awful these past couple of days."
"Hmm?"
"My stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and my back and waist ache. Especially at night; it's been more noticeable."
John Fame, being who he was, immediately caught on to what she was implying, "You want me to give you a massage?"
Lissy Lock eagerly nodded her head, "Yes, yes, yes, smart!"
"You've finally learned…to command me?"
"Oh ho, will you give me a massage or not!" Lissy Lock responded, "If you won't, I'll just call a masseuse. Last time, someone told me that this one massage saloon all has handsome male masseuses who are spot-on with their massages..."
John Fame's face fell.
Under Lissy Lock's persistent request, John Fame found himself unable to decline.
