It’s 1926, New Jersey

He lies on his stomach comfortably on a wide spread cushion table. Boxing caused sore muscles and tension. A masseuse was a necessity. His eyes were closed at you worked the tense muscles in his back. He occasionally got goosebumps from the sensation.

This was amazing.

He’s never been so relaxed, it’s crazy. He sighs contentedly as his arms were underneath his head as a pillow.

“How much did they pay you for this? A fortune I’m guessing,” He mumbled with a chuckle.