In trying to be Thai....i took my shoes off and then bit my tongue as we walked along a very hot walk way to the room. The room was very nice... a toilet, a shower, whirlpool and massage table. There were many open dishes of stuff that was going to lathered on to me. You can tell this is a classy place...they had xlarge disposable black pants. By the time they roll it down there and pull it over here.. the thong only covers about 2' inches of vital body area.
So let the games begin. Ochin pushed so much salt on my body that it took multiple cute-tips and about 15 min to get it all out of my navel...It was more salt than I would put on a super size box of french fries. After I was salted from the forehead to toes... i showered and put on the second pair of xl disposable postage stamps and got back on the table.
I had wondered why they had asked about the pressure of the massage... I said medium...but that means whatever Ochin thinks of doing. I was soon to know this was not a cruise ship rub... when he climbed on the table and knelt on the back of my legs. I was humming he ain't heavy he's my brother as he hopped up and down my downward facing muscles. This is when I think of karma and should have been nicer to Joni etc... By the end of the hour, I thought I should cancel the mammogram...there is no cyst or tumer lurking in there since I don't think Ochin has ever had his hands on 40D...material and spend a great deal of tie seeing how many ways I can move.... I must say in an hour, you can push a great deal of oil into the body.

2 comments:
Per usual, you had me laughing ! Thanx ! See ya when I get back from Costa Rica !
joe
Admit I laughed out loud as well !
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