"I'm not the world to you, April?  I'm hurt..."  Simon spoke in mock sorrow as he continued massage her tense muscles into soft putty with his able fingers.  After he was done with her arms, Simon gestured for April to get onto the bed.  "Take off the baby doll, April and lie on your stomach.  We wouldn't want such a lovely piece to be damaged by the oil."  Simon grabbed the comforter and pulled it off the bed, setting on the couch.  He then headed into the living room where he opened one of the drawers and withdrew a bottle of baby oil and removed the protective cellophane cover on the lid.<br/><br/>Removing the wrapper, Simon opened the bottle and headed back to the bedroom.  April had wanted some oiling up and Simon had just the method to apply it.