As my child entered a full-blown rebellious phase, my husband began cheating. He had no interest in me, yet lacked the courage to destroy our family. Life continued like this, day after day. A friend, noticing my distress, introduced me to an upscale esthetic salon staffed by handsome massage therapists. Just one visit couldn't hurt, I thought. Driven by a desire to relieve my mounting stress, I decided to go. But soon, I was overwhelmed by an unprecedented mix of pleasure and guilt, my consciousness gradually slipping away. Deep within, my hidden desires and inner conflicts began to surface.