“Ungh!”

Babs sank into the water with a loud moan. Devon turned on the jets and manipulated them to reach just the right spots.

“Devon, you witch! What are you trying to do to me? First you twist me, pull me, and then force me to run to exhaustion. Now you give me relief, but shoot me with the jets.”

“Hush, woman. You know you like it. The pressure will ease your muscles and the warmth of the water will help, too.”

Babs’ mouth softened, spread into a grin as she grabbed Devon and pulled her into the tub.

“Gotcha!”
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VV’s challenge for the week was RELIEF. I joined a gym this week – working out with friends three times a week. My muscles are rebelling, reminding me that I am, after all, a senior citizen and should be nicer to my body. All week long my friends and I have been wishing for a jetted tub or a pool at the gym. Neither are there to our chagrin. So, I am torturing myself by writing about it. (with a devious twist – because I am just like that.)

It’s been a long week at work as well, so I am sneaking in at the last minute for this prompt.