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March 09, 2008

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art shay

A racquetball friend of mine, not given misusing masseuses, recently told me of a non-fiduciary experience somewhat similar to yours. Expert hands, Russian accent, soft lights, music, phrases like "Am I hurting you?" Similar feelings of ecstasy after the session, feeling two inches taller etc. , wanting to come again, etc. Actually my friend was not recounting the details of a masage like yours, but of
an affair he was having with another North Shore Slav of great mano-a-backo and fronto skills. Personally I've never enjoyed alien hands on my sacred body , but this very day the airwaves are full of news that the expensive practice is wide-spread, certainly for one Democratic governor with a $4300 gift certificate. I am grateful that the same children and grandchild who have financed your pleasure have never offered to finance mine. It would be difficult to turn them down graciously
without seeming like an insensate being.
Thus, I am happy for you. It was, after all, Hamlet, who misheard a knock on his door and said, "Ah- there's the rub."
Your understanding husband-Arthur

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