I was drifting in and out of sleep and felt the warmth of the sun touching my face. Memories of the tiny petite figure of a woman I had met the night before rolled through my mind. It was like watching a slideshow, an image would lazily drift in and fill the screen and then drift to another. Her long hair blowing slightly in the wind from the oceanfront as she smiled up at me with lust in her eyes. She couldn’t have been...

I had a fellow masseuse (Anna) ask me to join her one evening. When I arrived, she was actively massaging a woman who was face down. She let the woman know that I was in the room and asked her if I could join them. The lady mumbled, "Sure..." "Susan, this is Paul," Anna said. "He is trained in several different kinds of massage. We are training together in the Thai Yoga massage class. He has amazing energy." Susan mumbled...