Mayshon stood up and followed her. He was a six and a half foot tall midfield for the GHU Titans, with dark brown skin, neat cornrows and shimmering blue tattoos extending over his muscled shoulders. ]]Instead, this masseur was a man, a tall, muscular man with a square jaw, broad shoulders and a set of piercing blue eyes. He had long blond hair extending past his shoulder. He was at least as tall as Mayshon, maybe taller, approaching seven feet. He wasn’t quite as naturally hefty as Mayshon was, but he had a more chiseled body, with a six-pack and biceps that were carved out of ivory. He looked like the hero from the cover of one of those romance novels Mayshon’s aunt read.