Sometimes massage is real good. I am glad to see my Hanna.. Who is Hanna? What she does? She is not my wife or sister. She is not my friend at parties. But I like her anyway. I call her my massage girl. You can call her physical therapy stress reliever. She is doing back massage. The whole session is 30 minutes. Always pretty, always caring. I love lying on the mattress. First, she puts oil with her fingers. After, machine begins vibrating for 10 minutes, maybe more or maybe less. The third part is exciting, and I wish it would be longer. Back massage should last forever. When my back meets Hanna’s fingers, something happens with my heart, my soul, my feelings. It is not just dumb relaxing; it is feeling great for real. I feel her arms are moving: lower back, middle, upper. Up and down, left to right, reverse and forward, from neck to buttocks. Warmth and energy are all over me. I can feel her real close; she is breathing to my ears. I close eyes and see her naked. Is she model like Barbie which I see in children store? Blond with long hair, very thin and very open. Legs are open, hands are open, skirt, shirt are ready to fall down, just one zip. Show me stomach, give me fingers, give me body. I want all of you, body, mind, from toes to head, clothed, naked, laughing, happy. Touching, seeing, knowing you inside and out. Let me kiss you, hug you, bed with you and eat with you, please make me supper. I want you 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and all year around. You will make me live forever because our children are our future. Oops, session is over, I am sad, I think she is sad too. Well, I’d better go to work, because massage therapy costs me money.

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