Thank You Coltrane

I thought that you might want a recap of the spa, since all of you were so kind to chip in for us. LJJ suggested we go right after Kleinman to release the stress just like you intended. I though we should wait until the end of the year b/c I knew there were probably going to a dozen more things that would end up getting my goat.
We eventually went last Sunday, and it was as nice as you would expect.

When you check in you are led up to a semi private area, and invited to “dress down to your comfort level” and then put on a smock and a robe. My comfort level was to keep my hat and socks on, exactly like how I like to get busy.
Then we were taken to separate rooms, and got private attention. I had a nice young girl named Molly, I think LJJ got taken care of by some sort of Nubian Prince. After telling Holly what sort of scent I wanted for aroma therapy and describing what made me tense or where I was feelin’ it, I got under the sheets and closed my eyes. Polly did the whole thing gradual, starting on my love handles and focusing on the upper back. It turns out that a professional massage involves elbows and less jabbing.
After a bit, it occurred to me that it would probably be unbecoming of me to pop a chub and bother Dolly. I thought quick, and decided to keep my eyes closed and focus on the least sexy thing I could. At first I thought about baseball, but then settled on imagining it was Cookie giving me a massage. That did the trick. LJJ later told me that she almost had the same problem of having whatever happens to ladies when they get excited happen, so she imagined me naked and giving her a massage. That did the trick.
Before you knew it, the massage was over and I took a hot shower. All the massage oil ended up pooling on my feet and wouldn’t come off. It made my shoes slippery.

It was the best day of my life and I have you to thank for it.


Funniest bit of subconscious thinking on my part: I took a shower beforehand, and put on some new clothes. I didn’t have a single thought running through my head when I did it, just putting on something comfortable, and listening to music. When I looked in the mirror I was wearing Carharts, and a Motorhead tshirt with a camo undershirt. For some reason I wanted to clarify my sexuality I guess before going to a spa.