Tracy finished writing on the blog just as her Assistant knocked on the door.

"What is it?" she asked curtly.

"Ma'am, your appointment is here. Should I tell him to set up in the other office?"

"Yes, that would be fine", she said and dismissed her Assistant with a wave of her hand. Tracy didn't want to be bothered with anything this morning. Her head was far too busy worrying about Luke and wondering what Lucky and Sam were up to.

She should have known they left town far too quickly. Her first instincts were that Lucky would never miss out on Father's Day with his sons unless he was doing something for Father's Day with his own father. That would be the only reason for the oversight. As much as Luke hated commercialized holidays, Lucky understood how important those days could be on their own. Something didn't add up.

If she allowed herself a moment of charity, she would have appreciated Nicholas' attempt to make her feel better. Even Robert, in his own way, was trying to reassure her. But she wasn't given to charity and she was madder then hell that people were lying to her. She wasn't some retiring mental patient who needed to be kept in the dark for her own sanity. Didn't these people realize they were dealing with Tracy Quartermaine who ate sharks for breakfast.

And Luke was the worst offender of all. In his misguided attempt to be noble, he was calling everyone else in to help him except her. How dare he! After everything she had given up for him over the years he still didn't trust her. She was livid and was already planning some way to get back at him.

She could feel the tension in her shoulders and back again. It was almost an hourly occurrence at this point. The only thing she knew for sure was that Lucky and Sam had made contact with Luke and he sent that message through them. He was safe and alive, she knew. But that still wasn't enough. Robert had lost touch with him and Lucky could be anywhere. She needed answers but no one was talking.

The buzz from her phone made her jump.

"What?" she answered.

"He's ready when you are, Ms. Quartermaine."

Tracy tried to refocus. This appointment was to reduce her stress, she reminded herself as she left her office and walked to the empty office around the corner. Her Assistant knew to hold all calls. The only one she let through on a regular basis was her husband, and she knew Luke wouldn't be calling her. Anger, fear and sadness washed over her again, but she decided to push it all out of her mind and concentrate on being pampered for the next hour. She earned this.

Entering the room, Tracy saw that Ramone had everything arranged as she liked it. The lights were dimmed and the towels were awaiting her. The air conditioning had been reduced so there was a slight warmth in the room. He had even brought fresh flowers and scented candles with him, she noted. Charming boy indeed.

Picking up the thick towels, she made her way into the adjoining bathroom and removed her clothing. A small jewelery case was sitting on the shelf and in it she placed her earrings and necklace. Looking at her hand she consciously realized the only thing she would not remove from her body were her wedding rings. It had taken too long to have them back on her finger, and she wasn't going to take them off until her husband told her they no longer mattered. Shuddering down the thought she hoped she would never live long enough to see that day.

Tracy went back to the main room and opened the towel. Quickly she crawled under the warmed sheet and adjusted herself. Once she was ready she called out for Ramone to enter and hoped he was ready to work magic.

"How are you today, Ms. Quartermaine?"

"Mrs. Spencer."

"My mistake. How about I put on some music?"

"I only want jazz."

"Jazz? I didn't know you liked jazz."

"Just do it."

"Of course."

Tracy wasn't feeling relaxed and Ramone wasn't sure of his next move. He knew his client had a legendary temper but she was usually easier to deal with. He should have known she was uptight, he realized. In the pass she preferred calling him to the house or to a hotel room. For her to call him to the office was highly unusual. He had his work cut out for him.

Once the jazz was playing and the mood was set, Ramone started working on Tracy's shoulders.

"You need a jackhammer to get out these kinks. I'm going to have to push hard."

"Just do it and no talking."

Ramone nodded and started to work.

Tracy knew she was tight, but she wasn't prepared for how much her masseur had to work her. It usually didn't take this much to get the knots out of her shoulders, but the last person who had been able to do that was thousands of miles away.

She knew she was resisting his work, and knew she either had to relax or end this session now. She was just wasting her time and money otherwise. The answer was right before her, so she indulged in a little fantasy. Instead of her highly skilled masseur, she began to imagine these were the hands of her husband. The more she thought of him the more she relaxed.

With soft jazz playing in the background and no other noises to erase her illusions, Tracy pictured herself in a luxury hotel room somewhere exotic with her very attentive husband tending to her needs. He knew her body so well, knew exactly when to press and when to kneed.

Moment by moment she could feel the pressure leave her body as he worked his way down her back. His hands were so strong and his long fingers were getting in to all of her spots. Over and over again he stroked the flesh just above the divot in her lower back, his thumbs circling as he went.

He pulled the sheet up to cover her back and keep her from getting chilled, and moved to her feet. Tracy let out an involuntary groan as he started putting pressure on the souls of her feet. Again his thumbs circled the tired pads, pushing all the stress out of her extremities. He spent a great deal of time there then started working up her ankle and lower leg. Slowly he pushed the sheet aside and started stroking the backs of her legs and her thighs. Uncovering one of her buttocks, he started to kneed her flesh. Every moment was giving her a greater sense of pleasure. This was exactly how she liked it.

Again he covered one side as he went to work on the other. Tracy was in heaven. He always made her feel that way. Upwards his hands worked, first the outer thigh and then moving to the inner thigh. She was left with a sense of fairy kisses as his hands left one part of her body to move on to another.

Once he was finished with her legs he moved up to her arms. Bringing her hand to rest against his chest, he stroked up and down, massaging the muscles in the front and back equally. Pulling her arm out straight, he worked on her shoulder from another angle and touched the outer side of her breast lightly. Tracy felt the exhilaration and wanted more. Giving both sides of her body the attention it deserved, he moved to her other side and worked the opposite arm ending with her fingers.

Tracy knew it was time to roll over, and she felt the sheet being held protectively as she moved on to her back. Her eyes were closed the entire time and her mind remained in another place.

Once more he skillfully went about his work, massaging the front part of her shoulders and décolletage. He left the rest of her chest alone until the end and moved down to the front her her legs. Again he worked her feet and ankles and moved up each leg with equal intent. He noticed the smile on her face but knew better than to comment.

Folding the sheet expertly, he worked on her hips then her abdomen, reaching around to the small of her back as he went. It was all Tracy could do not to reach out and grab him.

Finally he moved to her head and started making small circling motions on her cheeks and forehead. She repositioned herself so he would have complete access to her head and neck. Weaving his fingers into her hair he continued to work his magic. Around and around he moved his fingers, making sure to reach every part of her scalp up to her crown and back down to the base of her neck. Slowly his fingers worked their way around her neck and back up her face, ending with her nose.

Tracy remained lying still even after he finished. She didn't want to leave the wonderful world of her husband's hands. She wanted so much more. Distracting sounds of her masseur cleaning up brought her back to reality unfortunately, and she knew her hour of paradise had come to an end. So wrapping the sheet around her, Tracy sat up on the table and prepared to get up.

Ramone was beside her in an instant, placing both hands on either side of her body so she couldn't move.

"Before I left the country, you used to tell me I was a great stress reliever. I can do that for you again."

Tracy smiled at the younger man and admired his physique. He worked out religiously and had the right type of tan – golden bronze but not too dark. His blonde hair was just long enough to be roguish and his chocolate brown eyes had the intense look of a beast just waiting to pounce on it's prey. She already knew what those fingers could do for her and the memories of past encounters warmed certain parts of her body.

Pushing him aside, Tracy got up from the table. She reached up to cup his cheek with one of her hands and he turned his face into her caress.

Young winsome cabana boys, Tracy thought... they certainly had their charms.

"You're just not seasoned enough."

And with that, she turned and left the room.