My roommate had long hatched an insidious plan to lock me in for a massage.

We met with a neighbor, he asked me how I was doing, I said I had been living with lower back pain for a long time, he offered his help as he was a professional masseur in the past, I said I would ask my husband, but he forbade me saying that all masseurs are perverts. But I could not bear it any longer and agreed to a session when my husband went away for the weekend.