I put on the goggles, and there he was, standing over me. He was chisled perfection - manicured, unblemished and uncut.

"Hello beautiful," he said in a voice of unnatural perfection, "Relax while I take care of you."

I gulped as he placed a hand onto my shoulder. The weight, the warmed, the taciness of his hand, I could feel. His hand moved up along my neck and to the back of my head as his other hand gripped my lower back. I felt it all as he moved closer to me.

I felt the heat of his chest and the warmth of...