sometimes when i go to places and the girls are of a certain background, i wish they would have names reflective of their heritage.

Rose i doubt is a Thai word. the name however fits her. The one attribute that caught my attention when i saw her walking past was her smile. There's joy, and happiness, and beauty like a sunset when she smiles. radiant in her youth.

She, however, unlike a real rose, does not have any thorns. And she massages with the skill of somebody who has had proper training.

I like this girl's massage to say the least. i'd see her again just for that.

she calls me crazy. no. i doubt that. perhaps at my age, senile is a better term... and she is a willing accomplice to the pleasure journey. you drive, me drive, and give her a map she'll drive you home and it must have rained on the way home because the road was slippery.

fun times... just remember when its wet, its slippery.