Her face grew as bright as a red poppy -- then it burst.

She had done exactly what the therapist had said, "Drop your towel and lie face up on the table." After she did that, she waited alone in the room, naked on the slab. She tried to relax to the sound of waves slapping shore. She hadn't wanted to do this, but her mother insisted. "You'll learn to love massages," she said.

A muffled rap, rap, rap followed.

"Are you ready?" he called.

"Yes," she answered.

After the door opened, she heard a gasp and a sputter.

"Miss!" he said. "You're supposed to be under the top sheet."

This is when her face burst. The therapist had left that last detail out. At the ripe age of 16, she was only following instructions.