I massaged a Russian woman today who wanted me to massage her from the waist down – the naval down.
“Umm…you want your stomach massaged?”
“Just here down.” She spoke in a Russian accent and pointed to her naval.
Honestly, it didn’t make any sense. People get their legs massaged, and some people want their abdomen massaged, they are two separate things. I don’t know how to massage half a stomach.
She wanted to lay on her back for the whole massage, just wanting her legs, feet, arms, and somehow the lower half of her stomach. I draped the sheet in a way that would make it impossible to reveal anything as small as a pubic hair, and pushed the sheet up over her hips to show the side of her stomach. I did my best to do what she said and whatever I did, she liked.
I’m tired. I couldn’t fall asleep last night. I was thinking I should go to college, and I made up this huge fantasy about me attending college for pharmacology and then finding a cure for cancer. It was a big long story that I concocted and it kept me awake all night.
Anyway, I’m going to try to enroll in September. I’m not totally gun-ho about it, but I would choose college life for 6 years rather than a lifetime of weird people wanting weird massages.