You just get better and better and better, Al.

It so sad that they pushed the dreams of the main character away in the beginning of this part.

I apologize for taking so long to look at your work. A variety of life’s big and little interruptions conspired to steal much of my time lately. But here I am, and I am so happy that my wait was worth it. This is a fine start to what appears to be a long, interesting story, Al. Alas, judging from the throngs who died before they could finish crawling to your literary door and now litter the lonely alleys and rutted paths of the struggling author, you must realize this is life for those of us on the other side of money and influence. I have posted one novella here and so far, I think Fia has been my sole customer. Poetry is what rules here, Al, just like at the Writers Cafe down the road. So you at least have this lonely soul to keep you company. This does not mean I am trying to convince you to repay me by reading my novella; I’m pretty sure it would not fit in your more refined bailiwick, so don’t worry about that. Besides, you’ve already paid me a couple of nice visits, so we’re on the way to cementing a fine never-see-you relationship. Now, to the meat of this long intro: I like this beginning of your story. It has the feel of Dashiell Hammett to me. Now don’t get all goose bumpy, you’re not there yet. But isn’t it nice to start off with a big “Wow!”? Now, let’s talk about character. Based on the very little I know about you, your heroine is built partially, at least, on yourself. Nothing wrong with that, and I presume this is not going to be an autobiography. For one, you are not yet well known enough for people to want to read about your life (sorry). However, to imbue your main character with your own traits is definitely a way to give her a solid start; but if this is NOT an autobiography, it feels, at least, like a bit of a short cut to building a character. Okay, please don’t get mad. You should know that when I write a review of someone’s work, I am honest, and that is what I expect in return. Second, I can see that you used only a piece of you to build Alex. Hell, you wrote a large piece of the first chapter before you even gave her a name. Then you “spread out” from there giving her more warmth in her treatment of her guest from Albion (one of my favorite places; my family is from Wales. Yes, the Welsh FlatDaddys, an ancient clan!).
Damn, I want to continue this (I did not know I would be so verbose, sorry), but I have to go now; somethin g came up! But I will return. Suffice it to say, I am enjoying your work. It has an elegant style I like.
FlatDaddy

As I said above, I had to leave before I was finished, but I won’t say much more. I couldn’t move on without commenting on your deft touch with lines like, “watching dust settle over my life layer by layer” — very nice. Alex does not seem to me to have a future as a cop with the kindness she shows her prisoner despite the danger to her career (breaking the plastic radiator ring). But I presume she will gain a more gruff exterior as she settles into her gendarme persona, given time and experience. However, I also see the obvious romantic possibilities. The picture you chose to represent your two main characters, at least on this page, is a sure insinuation that heated moments between these two will surely come. I look forward to their denouement. But then I cheated a bit without meaning to: I saw the descriptive “tags” you left for this piece, and one of them is “Erotica.” It’s even capitalized! My, my.
FD

LOL.
Sounds like nirvana. Yeah?
I myself am kinda weird perhaps, in that I’m not a touchy guy with strangers on me. Yet in personal life I am very touching and receive it well. I think it’s a comfort thing. I’ve had a combative life from early on, so hands on usually meant aggression.
So no, I’ve never had a professional massage, nor do I ever want one. I’ve done physical therapy for injuries, etc. But that is not the same as going limp and letting some stranger be all on me. I get more tense. LOL.
Luckily I have Del, who brings out my comfort zones wonderfully.
As for your experience, i take it that you will want a follow up, in due time? LOL

Cleverly penned, Fia. Who knew getting massages could turn so dangerous. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

The massage is indeed a very ancient form of healing, relief, spiritual elevation. But there is very little of anything good without the pain of releasing. Great piece Lady

OUCH… the muscles in my stomach usually cramp up after the massage … and that is usually not the result of the massage… but that can work as well… ok stop rolling your eyes… you had to mention the massage didn’t you?!?!?!?

Mmmm…this is givin me flashbacks of hot coals on my neck
while my dainty masseuse slow walked down spine. Shit…it was either tap out or pass out
Sexy write indeed, lady

Much respect

Naaj

Hahahaha. I’m glad you lived to tell the tale! You had me smiling the whole write. lol
I love a good message. I went once for a birthday party. The birthday girl had her hair braided so when she came out it was all messed up. Like she was in a fight or something but she said it was a head message. Sometimes I wonder! Lol

I’m pretty sure this is one of those that can be taken in more than one way .. I certainly love a decent massage .. and I am also acutely aware there is a certain point of pleasure where blurring occurs & gets confused with pain .. like I said, there is a certain point that will vary from one individual to another .. I’m talking about thresholds here & poetry .. Nice .. Neville 😎👍