We sit in large reclining armchairs waiting for 'K' to reappear from her massage, in front a massive plasma screen shows an unintelligible documentary about water-weed. A young woman, mini-skirted, brings peanuts and 'Tiger' Beer; Brother-in-law Ayk seated alongside, remarks "My wife brought me to a whore house".
"Yes there does seem to be more on offer here, I reply.
Both of us had shared a similar experience, the walking on the back massage followed the usual routine, but once rolled over to face upwards, things began to take a much more frightening direction.
The only way out was to make clear, despite the language barrier, that massaging of the 'Old Man' wasn't strictly necessary.
"That was difficult" admitted Brother-in-Law Ayk.
2 comments:
You seem to have a strange attraction to places that may offer 'extras'. Mind you I can see some connection between the 'Old Man' and chimneys.
I may be reading more into your Old Man reference, there was no sea stack metaphor intended here.
Certainly nothing approaching that grade of incline.
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