As Caleb closed his eyes, he was already anticipating the sweet sound of Scarlett calling him "The Great Caleb." The ticking sounds of a clock echoed into his ear before he heard her speak.
"Empty your mind," she said. "The timer has started."
"I'm not going to!" Caleb countered silently in his mind. "I'm going to think about lots of things!"
"I'll do my best to ensure you fall asleep in the next ten minutes."
Ten minutes? Scarlett may be small-sized, but she sure knew how to toot her own horn.
"First, I'm going to massage some of your acupuncture points. You'll be able to feel the pressure of my touch."
Caleb had to give credit where it was due. Her touch on him was quite comfortable.
"Mr. Gaztrict, is this pressure okay?" Scarlett asked. After a few seconds of silence, she called out to him again, "Mr. Gaztrict… Mr. Gaztrict?"
She had barely touched the acupuncture points that promoted sleep, but Caleb was already deep in dreamland. He was even snoring slightly. Scarlett retracted her hands and checked the timer.
48 seconds… Was Caleb certain that he had insomnia?
Xavier pressed his thin lips together and frowned slightly. He felt embarrassed on Caleb's behalf.
Scarlett turned her head to look at him, asking, "Mr. Stroud, should we let him continue sleeping?"
He stepped forward and said, "Move to the side."
She rose to her feet and did as she was told, taking a few steps backward.
Xavier raised his fist suddenly before driving it directly into Caleb's chest, causing the latter to cough up a storm as he rolled onto his side. When he finally caught his breath, he rubbed the spot where he had been hit and asked Xavier in a tone that was dripping with confusion, "Mr. Stroud, why did you hit me?"
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