He had sort of a Pierce Brosnan-vibe to him (though without the accent of course). Nathan's Dad was a fairly good-looking guy in his late 40's. Nathan said you'd be coming by today so we could take a look at your back.' He welcomed him into the house. The door was opened by Nathan's father, Linus Coleman. When he arrived at his friend's house that Saturday afternoon, he hobbled up the steps of the large two-story craftsman and rang the doorbell. As it so happened, Nathan's father was an accomplished sports massage therapist and after Braden had complained to his friend over text that the pain in his lower back simply wasn't going away and was even getting worse, Nathan had suggested that he could ask his dad to take a look at him.Īfter hearing about Braden's predicament and his want to avoid large medical or chiropractic costs, Nathan's father had gladly agreed to help.īraden had never worked with a sports masseuse before but he was desperate for any sort of help he could get at that point. They attended the college together now and even played on the same team. Nathan and Braden had grown up together and were longtime friends. He hadn't slept well, and his mobility had gone to shit. He had pulled a muscle over the previous weekend during a game of intramural summer soccer at the local university and ever since his lower back had been driving him crazy. Braden was on his way over to his friend Nathan's house.
