>>10295771Amy breathes a sigh of relief, when she saw the wet paint soiled dress on the floor she'd assumed the worst and watching Colby wince in pain was making her own leg ache.
>"I'm sorry that happened to you Colby, but I think you did the right thing by getting out of there. Considering it was Miss USA you're lucky it was paint and not napalm. Hell that paint could be contaminated with something for all we know."Amy realises she's getting a little too agitated and forcibly relaxes.
>"I'm walking wounded myself here and if your back is giving you half as much grief as my leg then it's probably time we got 'em checked out by a professional. What did the WWA doctors suggest? Drugs? What you need is a sports masseuse who specialises in wrestlers and luckily there's one here in town."Amy rummages around in her bag and pulls out a business card that has been accidentally folded in half, she places it on the coffee table and slides it across the surface towards Colby.
>"I go here. She's very good. Ex wrestler. Very discreet. The first session is usually half price but if you say you know me she'll probably cut you a deal. Keep it a secret, okay? I don't want her getting too popular otherwise I won't be able to get my own appointments." 