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ed the door. "I keep
this room available for special customers," he said as he led me in.
It was a pretty large room, much larger than I expected a tanning
room to be. There was a chair and a loveseat against one wall. On
the opposite wall was a bookshelf with a stereo and some tapes, and
next to it was a mirror that stretched nearly from the floor to the
ceiling. Something seemed odd about the mirror, but I couldn't put
my finger on what it was. Along the long wall opposite the entrance
door stood an SCA WOLFF tanning bed (which looked somewhat like a
giant metal-and-plastic hotdog bun) and another loveseat. The floor
was thickly carpeted, just like the floor of the salon's waiting
room. "This is really nice!" I said to Hal, and he nodded and smiled
and replied, "the nice stuff is yet to come." He quickly showed me
how to operate the tanning bed, then said, "I better get back to the
front desk. Have fun, and I'll see ya again in a while!" Then he
left the room and closed the door.
I stripped off my clothes, set the bed's timer to twenty minutes, and
reclined on the bed. Small goggles hung from the top half of the
tanning bed on a string, and I placed them over my eyes. Then I hit
the START button on the wall and pulled the top half of the bed down
over me. My whole body b
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