The ho-hum life of a nurse and massage therapist in New Hampshire.
I rarely, if EVAH, entertain the thought of swapping lives with someone, anyone. But I think I would have liked to have been you for about an hour yesterday... :-)~Or mebbe not. There's that ol' "why go window shopping when you're broke" thing... not to mention the ass whoopin' I would have received for "slipping."
Precisely! I massaged a very beautiful young woman today, and when I returned the ticket after the massage, the young, male receptionist sighed and said, "I wish I were a massage therapist." But see, he'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons!
Like I've said before, you have all the fun!!
B.R.-Tell me that when my hands and forearms are torn up after massaging three hairy guys in a row...ow!
Did she tip well?Also, I have read again and again that KD is less than fastidious in the hygiene department-- was your client a filthpig? If so, it may have been the real deal!
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