Massage therapy
Every Friday evening I used to go to my local Asian massage parlor. It was nothing derogatory just relaxation and a good rub down after a weeks work. One particular Friday that all changed. When I arrived at the parlor I was greeted by the female owner, a sweet old lady with a kind smile. She explained that I had been double booked and apologized profusely. I told it was OK and not to worry about it. I was being polite, I really wanted a rub down as my back was full of knots. The old lady must have sensed my disappointment as she told me to wait and disappeared in the back. Moments later she returned all smiles. She told me of another parlor, she had rang ahead for me and given my name …