Your "wee little House thing" quite hit the spot. Exactly what we needed to soothe the ravages of Detox in our fannish souls.

I loved this part, "I know it was all your idea," he said, his mind flitting from masseuse to Wilson and back again. "You can’t pass that one off on Cuddy; she’d never have thought of it."
Wilson’s posture stiffened and his hand stilled. "What?" And I suppose Wilson is actually able to deceive himself into believing he got away with it. I just love such subtle insights in a story. *g*

Thanks for sharing.