Masseuse on a Mission

Have you ever had a massage that was so intense that the muscles in your stomach cramped up.

OMG

The woman almost had me begging to stop. I needed the massage for my back, but my stomach was protesting.

When she decided to climb on the table to get really into the muscle, I slammed my hand on the table giving the sign that you won. I give up. All athletes recognize that sign.

Maybe she never seen Wrestling or Mixed martial arts. There was no white flag to wave in surrender.

Then I heard it the buzzer saying our time is over and my body is my own to torture as I please.

I considered calling for help because I am pretty sure several bones snapped and normally that relieves some of the pain, I had a sneaky suspicion that my skeleton was not going to hold up my frame.

I was going to go down hard. Fine…I will survive. This is just my way of saying “I paid for this. Why am I complaining?”