ABM
Happily Married In Music City, USA!
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Oh, man...what a trip....thanks to a Christmas present from my wife I finally got around to using....
First of all, my "personal assistant", Tiffany, took me for the entire "ride" this afternoon. It all started with an ice-cold beer, then I received the hot towels over the eyes as she tenderly sculpted, shampooed, then conditioned my hair. Following that was the face, neck, and forehead massage. Mmmmmmmm.............Then came the shaving emollients and a nice hot, steamy towel over the entire face. My gosh. I was in dreamland! On to the shave. Have you ever had someone shave your face like they "mean" it? I mean, taking care over every little space over your entire neck and face?! Holy crap! I've never considered getting a shave becoming veritably orgasmic. This was close. Anyway, my face is now as soft as a baby's behi.........Well, never mind.
OK, then off to the pedicure.....but not before I received my second cold one. She set me down in this totally cushy chair, then dipped ny feet into this incredibly warm foot jacuzzi type of apparatus. WOW! heaven, baby. Soon after that, she began to tenderly and carefully attend to each....and I mean EACH...toe. I was nursing my libation while she was began to get into my "junk" (OK, not THAT junk........not that i wouldn't have minded, mind you. )...questioning and listening to me "squeal" on my wife's propensity to save every little keepsake from the past....while I'm trying to figure out how in the world everything is gonna fit in the truck container! Tiffany was gonna come over and give Mrs. ABM the what-for, and how-to, on how to move efficiently. That I would have HAD to witness, LOL!
Anyway, what a GREAT experience! Tiffany was a little hottie, so that made it even more special...............................that is, until..................
........she told me she was a California transplant.................................and a friggin' L*ker fan, no less!!!
"No tip for you!", I told her.
She laughed, I laughed... I looked again at this gorgeous creation.........and almost..."almost"....told her I could make an exception (to her loving the enemy). Instead, I told her I had a great time.....but not as great it will be for me to see my Blazers dismantle the Lakers next round. She laughed, I laughed.......and then immediately left.
First of all, my "personal assistant", Tiffany, took me for the entire "ride" this afternoon. It all started with an ice-cold beer, then I received the hot towels over the eyes as she tenderly sculpted, shampooed, then conditioned my hair. Following that was the face, neck, and forehead massage. Mmmmmmmm.............Then came the shaving emollients and a nice hot, steamy towel over the entire face. My gosh. I was in dreamland! On to the shave. Have you ever had someone shave your face like they "mean" it? I mean, taking care over every little space over your entire neck and face?! Holy crap! I've never considered getting a shave becoming veritably orgasmic. This was close. Anyway, my face is now as soft as a baby's behi.........Well, never mind.
OK, then off to the pedicure.....but not before I received my second cold one. She set me down in this totally cushy chair, then dipped ny feet into this incredibly warm foot jacuzzi type of apparatus. WOW! heaven, baby. Soon after that, she began to tenderly and carefully attend to each....and I mean EACH...toe. I was nursing my libation while she was began to get into my "junk" (OK, not THAT junk........not that i wouldn't have minded, mind you.
)...questioning and listening to me "squeal" on my wife's propensity to save every little keepsake from the past....while I'm trying to figure out how in the world everything is gonna fit in the truck container! Tiffany was gonna come over and give Mrs. ABM the what-for, and how-to, on how to move efficiently. That I would have HAD to witness, LOL!Anyway, what a GREAT experience! Tiffany was a little hottie, so that made it even more special...............................that is, until..................
........she told me she was a California transplant.................................and a friggin' L*ker fan, no less!!!
"No tip for you!", I told her.
She laughed, I laughed... I looked again at this gorgeous creation.........and almost..."almost"....told her I could make an exception (to her loving the enemy). Instead, I told her I had a great time.....but not as great it will be for me to see my Blazers dismantle the Lakers next round. She laughed, I laughed.......and then immediately left.
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